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Jan 2017
the trees do not stop

wind without rhythm

knocks out a beat

timing only that

moment

when coincidence

kicks

branch

into

branch

perhaps four seasons have passed
since we kissed so very happily
MRQUIPTY
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MRQUIPTY
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     Lior Gavra, ---, NH and S Olson
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