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A DAY BEGINNING Try again, let go, snow was what earth needed from writings inside in held and growing up if one must grow up? Be it not too late, be it welcome then to realize 'an excuse to die' - a line that struck me full and to the heart with what I hadn't said but a carrier truth I knew, must try again to ask a new day, another day, a day beginning and strive to see why I put this thought out wounded wings to beat the head Less magic now, agreeing on this
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