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Sunday, November 20, 2005 


I'm going to a place
Where I can be -
And i'd like to take you with me
We could conquer the fields of our own insecurities
And shatter this world of
Falsehoods and half-truths
Into pieces, into shards, fractured words
Because my hands are too fragile
For brick or mortar
And my legs are too stiff
To run the wind down
But if the world can be forged with words
Then even a coward as homely as I
Can construct miracles,
And memories made of pretense and participle.

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