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May 2015
And in these mosquito filled treetops.
The light born of curiosity, destroys.
A nervous pause.
Heels swell and bones break.
A whisper over.
& the paper is valued.
Jets fight the bullet, bitng.
Finding earnings with each tumble.
A trip to observe.
Exhaustion.
Breath born.
A residue over the lens.
Cleaned in precious movements.
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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