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Mar 2013
that for a minute
you're actually alone.
you'd like to think
you had this all figured out;
there's nothing to hide.

you might dream
that for a night
you're actually happy.
you'd like to dream
you had it all in your grasps;
there's nothing worth holding on
to that you've already let go of.  

please continue to let go.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
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