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Nov 2015
light slides
fast travel
through vacant temples
the cracks and corners
and creases in halls
and the pastor's verses
to despondent ears
and crumbling walls
"all the rows in the Pastor's church, full of empty sighs and wine"
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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