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December 27, 2011

The luxury of time
the plenitude of moments 
plump, ripe, complete
I blindly believe left to me
even this one this very now
swiftly flowing past and followed 
directly by another holds 
the possibility, no
the probability 
each and every 
as I tend to imagine 
of brilliance 
not to mention

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