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Oct 2011
In winter's first September
A black horse rides the white wall
Poor men lie on rich carpets
Allah's smoke envelops all

The blonde gypsy gestures
To Jerusalem, her empty room
"I am waiting for my father,
Have you seen him - he's coming soon."
Kate
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Kate  California
(California)   
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