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Sep 2016
These words are all I have
to groove a rhythm to
even if rhythm is passed date
I'll throw a stab before my doom.

All at once, nothing at all
nothing at once or not once at all
trying to go out to get in
we met when you entered
to leave an emerging exit.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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