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MR. DE LEON
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plying, all of de Leon
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pricking my finger is the worst I could have done, in anticipation
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for the long walks are becoming unending suddenly, so it seems
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a sun-baked skin hardly layered
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                                     itches
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my tired body giving up –
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to another mistake caving in.
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I gravely acknowledge
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mechanically, I fail
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humanely, that is
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my fruition.
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4/19/11

19 Aug 11

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