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Jan 2012
dès que dès que dès que
and dès que the day has dribbled
and dès que the day has driveled
and dès que the day has scribbled
onto a plastic table of wood.
dès que the day could sing
dès que the day could mend
dès que the day could tell
us to drop our fainting pens
we'd be trampled under the roll of the hours.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth
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   Fatima Ammar and ---
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