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Monday, May 29, 2006
what a perfect day
am i not alive?
am i not awake?
i don't know which feeling to latch onto
or if i had a choice
drawn to the tall stick figures
but why?
my strides will wash away this mess
because, what am i to think?
i was the happiest mid-sun
then i went down with it
but it's not me no not i
the wind will blow me wherever it may
because i can recognize
and surrender to a greater power
i mustn't forget this
belief that isn't so hard to believe

the best mariangela.