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Aug 2016
I see in snatches, brief encounters
touched deeper than I know.

I hear many voices, feel slight changes in air pressure
pass many ships in the night.

I am an atmosphere for good or ill
can change faster than the weather.

I am not a shooting star
all that stopped so long ago.

I will be blown into space
but by the time that happens, I will be fossilised bone.
Written by
nivek
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   gabby, ---, ---, Keith Wilson and ---
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