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Jul 2015
You were three seconds
Too short. Come by
And spread the blanket
Across a sea and bay
Lay
with me here.
And how I long to know
Your fingertips
And how I search glances
With glances.
Chances
The last after the last
Clear the splinters from the blast
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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