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Oct 2016
Haze,
speaking at me.
Beckoning forth a gift.
Tranquility.
Illusion.
Bellow out, cries of this wasteland,
caress the beat of my sleeping heart.
For I, accept the gift.
Michael Rucker
Written by
Michael Rucker  Naples, Florida
(Naples, Florida)   
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