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Nov 2016
Pins, pricking
at the heart,
waves, rippling
through the stomach,
thoughts, darting
from one to the other.

On the highest floor,
of the highest building,
on the highest hill,
looking down.

At my past life down on the ground.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   ajit peter
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