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Jan 2015
when your plane gets lost
over Malaysia, don't come
running to me with your blood

and tears in your hands. I already
have a trunk full of it and
it's really hard to pawn because

I seem to be the only one
who knows how to lick your
wounds shut even if

it is after the New Year
when the winter strikes
again and makes us shiver.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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