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over the hump of 6.20.12

June 21, 2012

A psychic goodbye by B.H.

Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go.

The night is long.

Night passes through the day/ To night once more

Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before.

A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to understand.

Reach out and

Up

Grasp the Cup

Take your sup.

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