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Monday, May 14, 2012. Whats Your Glory? Rain drops as they burst upon a windshield. The heart rendering wail of a child. Soft smooth chocolate rolling on your tongue. The sweet smell of mud. The guttural croaking of frogs. Unknown feet trampling through the night. Tired nerves that shiver in my arms. A pen tapped on my shoulders. Innocent eyes that you could dive into. The tremble in my fingers. Deep clear blue peace. Thursday, July 8, 2010. I forget the word. In dreamless imposed sleep. Wish I knew what.

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Monday, May 14, 2012. Whats Your Glory? Rain drops as they burst upon a windshield. The heart rendering wail of a child. Soft smooth chocolate rolling on your tongue. The sweet smell of mud. The guttural croaking of frogs. Unknown feet trampling through the night. Tired nerves that shiver in my arms. A pen tapped on my shoulders. Innocent eyes that you could dive into. The tremble in my fingers. Deep clear blue peace. Thursday, July 8, 2010. I forget the word. In dreamless imposed sleep. Wish I knew what.

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