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Jan 2015
My nails are longer-
Now they cackle,
Illusions as
I coat them; in anti-venom.

And all from above,
For none come below--
To mention me.

I speculate mistakes as,
There made of-
Bandages

Their fabric brittle--

Its time-to-
St--

Stop standing

On backwards.
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
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