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Oct 2015
I speak you into the intersection of my life and the other side of the highway. I speak you into the intersection of my life and the other side of the highway. I  speak you into my crisp white sheets every other weekend. I speak you into tunnels and over bridges. I even speak you into motel rooms.
I'll be adding onto this I think until it's decent
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   --- and Peter Robert Hamilton
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