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everything's a gifteither from me or to me --does pride have meaning?
raven takes flightfeather falls slowly to earth --old man's gift
eager to pleasethe man prepares the morning mealfor the hungry cat
on seat's edgein the emergency roomhoping against hope
outside the windowthe vampire hovers patientlyawaiting invitation
mother's fallen ill --weary, i go to bed to waitfor sleep or mourning
at the partythe introvert felt more comfortablebehind a mask
a hint of sadnesscrosses his face: coffeeso far away
trust --once broken cannever be restored
rocky shorelineviolently, beautifullybeaten by the sea
look how far i've come!but there is no one to hear --the loon cries lonely
a lonely voicefrom across the misty pond --tracks in the mud
then the weather changed --mired in mud the old bull mooseslogging down the path
without a fulcrumChaos beats Hardison --there is no Leverage