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Dec 2015
So when the moon
                draws the tide
                you crawl into yourself,

your eyes close like
               a wet umbrella,
               the tension in your face

slacks, the wind cools;
              your breath flows
              steady under the sea;

the stars slip into the dark, the waves
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Balaguer, Sjr1000 and m z
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