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4:48 p.m. - 2002-04-17 A thousand shed tears, too long closed up,once vaulted Torrential dark rain, winds, hurricane...gestalted Blow ....................... As broken dreams...lose hold, quake, violently shake......helplessly fall Then carried by damp gusts, like soggy, soiled dust.......just...as though..... They were nothing....at all.
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