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Oct 2016
notes
emptied limbs creak

slowly unburdened
there is no lifting
of palms

notes left of sweet
sensations
dances
fruit
habitations

move on the wind
MRQUIPTY
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MRQUIPTY
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   Mike Adam, Keith Wilson, its gonna make sense and Austen girl
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