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Apr 2015
stars, does anyone look up anymore,
or is there enough action in the palm of your
hand, cars, do they look out for pedestrians
anymore, or is the main attraction a distraction,
what would happen if you reach up,
that could to over-fill your need cup
and you touched the sky
you touched the sky
the sky touched you
would your knees buckle too?
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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