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Sep 2011
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                                                    into

                                                                  oceans

                                               stumbling(oceans)i

                        ceaseless folding waters

                        toil with the wind

                        for nearly i dream upon

                        them sweetly

                        they like sort of you

                        and unlike you

                        they like your body

                        swallow my body

                        into them
PK Wakefield
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