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November 6, 2011

Days of tortured longing past
I enjoy the many without
the need for the one the only 
more most best.
This freedom is new to me
coming with the acceptance 
of who and what I am
where and how I thrive
a restful bed upon 
which I lay my head
at the end of days full
of words work and wonder.

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