no 21.

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in some way. at some hour. within the contents of a unknown power to man
i find my peace in the shade
submerged like water in the everglades .
when the light begs to spill from the corners of my windowsill
it is in that moment of vulnerability where i peel off my layer of protection exposing my overkill//e.b.

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