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Mar 2016
Decrepid
I watch you spy their futures
Scooping dreams with sillky fingers
Far too frail to dig,
Fear not,
The sweat from my brow will bring us life.
Sustaining and sweet
Care not,
Though you can not see them.
The huming birds sing
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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