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The items on my floor are a to do list.
They stay in place until uncovered toward some end.
The day I cleaned my room I found a finished journal
I took it to be put away with the others where I keep them.
Opening that drawer I opened up my journals
The air shone clear and flecked with dust. It goes a few years back.
I took it down and am reminded.
The faces I have learned by heart were practiced by hand.
How these plans have come to pass in surprising and obvious ways.
How some ones don't speak to me and some won't go away.
While looking at these pages I remark.
I've made
I've made
some quick and un-considered decisions.
I have
I have
some routines of my own discription.
I know
I know
what I know is somewhere between fact and fiction.
I learn
I learn
I learn the hard way.
How these plans have come to pass in surprising and obvious ways.
How some ones don't speak to me and some won't go away.
I've learned to let this be a lesson.
How these plans have come to pass in surprising and obvious ways.
How some ones don't speak to me and some won't go away.
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released October 7, 2012
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