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The rain approaches fast, pencil is slight, and I leave words quick with flight I feel speckled kisses on my cold neck Far up in this tender rose garden trek, staring over abyss, sudden with bottles upwards is skyline, beautiful and mottled.

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ben-gillespie

Published: Aug 16, 2011
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