NOTE: across the top of this writing were the words, "6-9-82 10:54 - Brand new watch. Nice night!"
Turn the page: don't ask the question.
How many times must I ask to be alone before it happens?
How many times must I talk on the phone before I find the wrappins,
For the life I feel,
The needs I have,
And the life I crave.
When will the life and the life-giving force rage?
In order to being the best to life and the worst to ruin
To advance the thought and retard the death
Of all that is noble and true.
Freedom is but a state of mind,
Advanced by those in bondage.
Not part of my world and, I hope, not part of yours.
But reality, none the less.
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