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Feb 2015
iii
so long we spoke
seething with breath
a troubled flutter
of a waxed
hour
pattered my nerves
your pins strike true
precisely placed
in my most
blank regions
why my envy
broke my callous
i cant say
ΟΥΤΙΣ
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ΟΥΤΙΣ  delphi
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