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Sometimes I travel to a place that is dark and inside
No one can see it. I cannot either.
It is insurmountable. Indescribable.
There are no words for what is truly me or you.
It just is. And then at some time is not.
I think the point of it all is just to get to that place.
Make it yours and stay there.
Lisa Harrow
Friday, June 23, 2006
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