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Jan 2015
Ease this margin with your brittle fingers
Touch and replenish
Nothing lost
Except your son
Waiting for you
On the staircase
Benevolent friend
Made clear
And your dreams
Cried out
Through the garden
My legs were made whole
My eyes
Track every particle
Till your lovely return
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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