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May 2015
swim deep, cut deep,
high, fading, lost;
flying children, falling children;
do not seek it,
do not find it,
find not the beautiful pain of transience,
fall not on the amber allure of numbness,
no fruitful wines will sooth you now.
cry, scream, sing,
dance atop the tour eiffel
in this hazy noon of sea-skied dawns.
Katie Grace Notman
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Katie Grace Notman  London
(London)   
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