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May 2015
And the most sobering thoughtlessness.
Wiped away by some nervous strike.

Tissue pillow and the awakening with your sun.
Window spirals and glosses this beauty. This sweet birth by a child's hand. A tin roof and glass walls.

Cancel event.

We decide to sleep.
Tragedy.
Robert Carroll Spear
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