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Feb 2016
An afternoon of dark flowers.
Werner told me,
                            there were bad men in flight.
Then we sat in a broken circle,
                            as if the air was forbidden
                            with stopped time,
                            the room choked with dust.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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