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May 2011
When you took my face into your hands,
                                      I  felt  the control a
                                      kiss    could    have.

I wanted to unfold, as flowers
                                 as Spring
                                 as you.

But I'm still not certain
            about living life
                on my knees.

Despite the beautiful view.
Kirsten Martin
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Kirsten Martin
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   --- and Chelsea Anne Palmer
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