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Dec 2014
I smudge the paint
on the wall
your wall
to call out a weak power
by which I love you.
Cower beneath the hedges,
never to be seen,
I can't seem to say what I mean.
As I let go of you,
black and blue,


you drift out to sea
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Dustin Dean, T and life's jump
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