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Created on: October 07, 2009 Last Updated: October 09, 2009
Could I be to content?
I have known it possible.
To stare into the white abyss,
Only to see it staring back at you.
Shouldn't I get wiser over the years?
Instead of being reduced to still blankness.
Could I be too content?
I have known it possible.
Perhaps it is just not its time,
You cannot C-section this creation.
What tools don't I have after the years?
Instead of lying with the cold still blankness.
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