waves of fright lap at the shores of my tranquility
I am reading poetry now getting it for a change
later another line will come to me from the rain
boring is the word from Nancy Foster unsettling
mine for now anxiety makes me feel sick I am not
merely vulnerable no longer ready to feel strong
everything signifies but only to me when I'm gone
no one will remember these paintings' special ring
George Sand in the park boys picking raspberries
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