May 21, 2009
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On the dark side of Earth the wood block swayed and fell.
Shine of reflected light grew with each crumble of moist bark.
Until the fear of what I was trying to escape from flushed its way in.
Sopping wet I sat in the abandoned barn shivering.
Yet, all fear of feeling was forgotten like the collapse of the walls.

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