Seathing thoughts set out to surround,
Centering on the inner self.
Tests from tials and tribulations
Happen more and more with success less and less.
Reprieve is out of sight in the horizon
While Reproach sits blithely with me,
Grinning at my circling efforts to be rid of it.
Self Repoarch
-Anna  6/27/2001
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