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Friday, April 1, 2011

Almost Grown


My hopes and aspirations,
My dreams and inclinations,
My passions and my hatreds,
Are mine and mine alone.

My joy and indignation,
My lust for penetration,
Is cause for denigration,
In the end I must atone.

My broken body shakes when,
Denied inebriation,
My consciousness awakens,
I’ve been asleep so long.

I see the culmination,
Of many incarnations,
The journey’s precipice awaits:
My spirit’s almost grown.

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