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Dec 2016
you are my failings
antiquated

fields of green

salvation

is it not invisible

sensation

and i'm left alone
evacuating


all around light

and dark

you know me

i have nothing in souls


nothing in history


except when emergence


awakening to birds
Written by
the isolate slow faults  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
387
   Woody
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