Fifty Percent (Or More)

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By Tim Pozzi

Tell me what you were hoping for? Withdraw, withhold the truth. Something else I'd like to know... ? Just where did we stop keeping track of this progress? Open book, but the words are unread. Treading water instead, just to say a hateful word or two. Just to battle through the paradise we thought we'd built. Reality has a tilt.

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September 1, 2011 12:06eleanor maslen

This is really good, i like it