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Oct 2016
The hollow part of my neck breathes in the heart of hearts.
Your eye I see from within my soul,
All unravelling from the tip of a finger ,
Skins changing mingled in dust,
Jaws assembling
A head full of stars,
An eye in the centre of your being,
Seeing within
As you always were,
As you will always be.
Dita H
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Dita H
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   Tristan Currie
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