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The book of self
the pages of time.
I've seen you before,
and yet were you ever really mine?
Grasping onto whatever is there
turning the pages
out of order,
or in sequence?
I do not know,
I do not care?
I do.
For it is all my book
is written about.
-L.C.A.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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