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twelve-eighteen
today's zenith illuminates nothing tethered to your blindness I am the equal of my past glory and the promise dwelling in my soul even though you see only today's hellish spiral... exhaustion, unquestioned, is my prison today I crawl to the balcony facing north no friendly shadows disturb the cold white light I feel my breath waning your ropes refuse my cantering consumed by your icy judgment that my life must remain corralled in arid pity can you not dream for me following my stride confident that I will lead you onto the lush plains of my future twelve-eighteen [2007.8.2...b]
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