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However much I turn and stare, there's always someone there. There's room to spare, but I can't share. There's wear and tear in my jaded prayer...I scare and turn away on this darkly winsome long-lost cloudy day. What's left unsaid is my sacred splendid muted right of way.

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Taken on June 24, 2011