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Mar 2018
just past
the
wrath
nothing
could make
me

take an bath

***** clean
brillow

scrubbing beneath my pillow
dreams
on
it

memory glands
swollen
to
the
palm

of
mine
hands

this from me
blinking rapidly
heart pace faster
than
your
face
little tree me

lets take
an
other test

weep willow weep
tears run fast
another
one
just past
?









...
..
.
branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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