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Aug 2, 2005

Sometimes you wake up to a dark worldcurled
up and still sleeping
like a baby.

You lean over it fillingspilling
with unaccountable-

Star faded shores of night's yawningdawning
strewn with pretty brown shells.

Picking one up to hold close to your earhear
the ocean's roarpouring-
(and how)


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Projects I'm Involved With

"Service doesn't start when you have something to give; it blossoms naturally when you have nothing left to take."

"Real privilege lies in knowing that you have enough."