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Dec 2016
where are they located
these memories disappearing like vapor

i know too many people


(reason has no prefix)



(oh to be immortal)


and Michelangelo

God reaches, full of brain



blinking


jigsaws out of place


and there are too many words

like fingertips


i hold my hand on the fireplace

to glimpse at burning
Written by
the isolate slow faults  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Rory Herd, Woody and yuki
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