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Aug 2011
If I were a proximity mine, you'd never be able to set me off.
Where are you now?
Cairo?
Detroit?
Grimsby or Paris?

What are you thinking?
Finances?
***?
Luxuries?
Nothing?

Like a twig
shaking in the cold
winter wind

Like everyone
that ever lived
you haven't.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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