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Monday, 21 March 2011

No pressure.

The smile returns, and all is well.

But in an instant, bemuddlement.

Misheard, misread, misunderstood.

I sleep with ruled eyebrows.

Return, joyous conclusion, bring with you warmth.

For the tenderness of yesterday, needs not be a memory.

We live, through life.

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