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9/2/2010
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The still frame, the window pane.
The lights crack, the sun flames.
The hollow bark, the willow trees.
The swaying breeze, the comfort arms.
The circles square, the pairing pairs.
The weird words, the crazy end.
This is how.
This is who.
This is me.
This is you.
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