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Moments Repose I arrived with no clothes, to find nothing but cold, pierced by rusty nail, and cut by broken speech The rest survive being bold, yet, on the world I impose My soul long ago sold Sanity saturated in bleach Forever will I suppose, mind sodden with mold Myself I dare not disclose My heart, it sloshes in a pail Forever my ambition froze Due to a moments repose jh 08/08
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