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Mar 2015
3/4/2015

so much depends
on a
single droplet of

pure water roaming
down beatific
skin

and the lost hour
at midnight
sprung forward

the dewy pine
disregarding the
dead cold.
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
339
   Ariel Baptista, --- and Ata
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