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Mar 2015
I don't remember why I asked you here
But I am humble for the words in the clear

The road is tumbling by you, darling mine
Made wild by morsels for a starving mind

And when your footstep finally breaks the night
It finds me wondrous for the failing fire light

I don't remember when I saw you there
So humble for the words in the clear air
The Knave of Spades
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The Knave of Spades  Issaquah, WA
(Issaquah, WA)   
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