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Mar 2012
Quiver, waste. away.
Or just a warm neutral.
Temporary wastes. of time.
That don't seem so temporary
In this rattling
frequency.
Frequencies gliding
through this space. this time.
That whisper words
my signs
the signs.
I read and forget
I should let
Them guide me
to steady grounds.
Just don't let
go.
Be found.
Written by
Paige Tambini
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