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Oct 2015
I can see
the fabric of time
in the speckles of your eyes
I can hear
whispers of the future
in your voice when you hum
I can feel the next 60 years
in the palms of your hands
I can smell it in the nape of your neck
steel tulips
Written by
steel tulips  Vancouver
   Brianne, Cecil Miller, --- and SPT
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