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Jul 2011
Sleep is assumed
Time is nothing, but resumed

the water is wild
her hair is long and piled

She hangs plates in a kitchen
where no food is stored near,
but memories are held dear

For he lost himself at sea
and here he sees (there is) no problem
This is the way he desires to be
Valora Brave
Written by
Valora Brave  Longmont
(Longmont)   
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