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    Thursday
    Feb092006

    outside of your grace...

    i'm the stumbling man in the alley at dawn.
    i'm the terrified hunted cornered by wolves.
    i'm the dusting of snow in the crack of the walk
    i'm a vapor, a memory, used and then tossed
    i'm the uncherished orphan
    the darkest of night
    the stone cold dark shack
    the bird wounded in flight
    i'm the desperate wandering soul
    in the cavern
    the broken lost has-been
    alone in the tavern
    i'm every sad story that's never been told
    i am hungry, hopeless, ashamed, and alone.

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