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June 19, 2005

Stu's Poem

My crazy lovely friend Stu wrote this poem. Check it out, but hold no biases…

She looked at me, inquisitively.
Merging, scouring through the deathless murkiness
which lives, never dying, in spite of sorrow.

Thinking, whatever passes
can not but demonstrate what an
entirely different

sense of

finding, slowly, my nemesis;
Discursion, philanthropy, how can this

be ME. Now. Why does it rage
incessantly. Provoking lies and outrage
sage and following my LIFE.

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