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1. To Whom It May Concern

   01/21/09 18:24:04 | 0 Comments

   The sun is too bright.
   The gravel is loose.
   And the road turns to path.
   
   And here I came,
   blubbering misplaced directions.
   Following laughter that couldn't possibly know
   where its going,
   and daring the edge as only the blind can dare.
   
   Almost aching for the reality of rock bottom.
   Could you give me a little shove?
   
   You could, you know.
   Without knowing.
   Without saying a word.
   Without touching me,
   
   Ever.
   
   

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