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Feb 2015
The day was perforated by a threshold
A distracted post and lintel technicality
All a part of this door I've been painting
It opens out
It opens up
Into joy
But while I was placing tiny brush strokes
In incremental positions
Adjusting for full light
You swung it wide open
Thankfully
You swung it wide open

Let's go!
Love of my life, I'm so happy you're ready
handsinspace
Written by
handsinspace  standing on the edge
(standing on the edge)   
708
   ---, Arlo Disarray and SPT
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