Progress Not, Perfection

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Calm

Calm, but not quite.
Calm, masking something else altogether.
Cold. Hungry?
Calm on top of anxiety.
Calm masks anxiety.
Anxiety bubbles beneath calm.
Calm and wanting.
Posted by Tran Quang Vinh at 9:02 PM
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