Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Juggler

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Juggler

Too much, too fast; They come in faster than I can juggle, Missed balls flying passed As I catch, throw and struggle Not to drop them all, Knowing even as I try That eventually they will fall. Finally I ask myself why Try to catch all that they throw When I can just turn and go. Sign in to see full entry.

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