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Dec 2015
The ink in this pen
The smell of nearing rain

Sore soaked feet
Counting collecting cloud

To breath-aged air
To bathe in thick moisture

My palm pressed on a porcelain page
holding up this storm that is me.
Joey Mauro
Written by
Joey Mauro  Victoria B.C.
(Victoria B.C.)   
     Lior Gavra, ---, mikecccc and SPT
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