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Mar 2016
With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn.

And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.
Elemenohp
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Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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     Elemenohp, JR Potts, Aeerdna and Sarah
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