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Jun 2011
How lucky.
To hop over the furrowed faces.
Out-stretch legs;
Our heads interlocked.
Supporting rocks,

Not that we fit.
There are gaps to be filled;
Coarse horse hair.
Lover, break me.

Isn’t it hard to wish for a turn in the road?
Alas we must just tap our feet and return.
Seb
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