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Jul 2011
SUN);

                       you are colours brightest
                       in every lash
                       glowing tremendous
                       hair
                                                                                                             this only
                                                                                                             is such a fine
                                                                                                             it's unpractical
                                                                                                             and perfectly
                      even in the
                      fastest darkness
                      you are said more
                      loudly
                      roaring
                      to my eyes
                      every crumb
                      hot and naked
                                                                                                             creeping
                                                                                                             you up into
                                                                                                             my soul
                                                                                                             i steal
                                                                                                             briefly
                                                                                                             (prometheus too)
                                                                                                             some little
                                                                                                             blush
                     from on your cheeks
                     blooms
                     some hot neon
                     fire
                     (in the very deepness
                      darkness coddles
                      hushed lips)
                      and it is
                                                                                  love(
PK Wakefield
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   Mike Winegar
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