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Nov 2015
The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an  old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly.  your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above  magnolias.  What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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