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2011-01-30
marked with chairs


I failed to live my life in any direction. I asked the wind for guidance. But it would not blow.

And I asked the sun. But it would not shine.

I gather dust in this room. My latest manuscript remains unwritten.

I wonder which will wear through first--my life or the carpet.



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