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Jan 2015
Possible endless cities sleep,
while their
keepers keeping, forever seeking.
Seaking, slumber - plundering out and under
forever saving shooting stars.
Saving them for lovers arms.
Arms to hold and arms to save
arms to push for better days.
So while endless cities slumber on
keepers, keeping as their time goes on.
Abigail Kruke
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