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Jun 2015
I have curled into a ball
in the corners of Europe,
Known the fractions of the nights,
Felt the breeze of the days
Pass softly through the gaps in my ribs.

The sky here does not know me.
Kenn Rushworth
Written by
Kenn Rushworth  North
   Pradip Chattopadhyay and RH 78
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