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Aug 2015
I would write, speak and sing

all of dreams

and their hold,

and their shouts

in a quiet surrounding.

I would write, speak and sing

all of flowers;

anthurium, and its gentle flame.

I would write, speak and sing

all of swords, and their unsheathing,

all of wounds, and how I'd heal.

everything.
"I hear your voice, the moon sang."
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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