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Friday, August 1, 2008

Do you?

Do you really think you want to know?
Why it sometimes rains
sometimes snows.

Do you ever want to see the whole of me?
Sometimes a misty blue
sometimes grey.

Do you think I'm just the one that's me?
Sometimes with a bag of needs
sometimes free.

Do you really see what's here beneath the fear?
Sometimes hard to find
sometimes clear.

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