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Nov 2016
I smoked the plants
I cut down the trees
Letting life pour through me

Closing my eyes
dropping to the dirt

A owl
it sang a sound

I knew this sound.
i got up, dripping in the sound's voice

See, there?
the owl sits, waiting to let out the song
that saved us.
allie
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allie  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
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   Doug Potter
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