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Mar 2017
Faded blue floral,
Wind rolled steam,
Tired legs with bruises from a time not of remembrance,
In-depth Indigo soul,
How to cleanse what soap cannot touch?
Stained of liquor burnt impulse shared in the youth of another.
Written by
Jacob Rory mcclenaghan  Hokitika
(Hokitika)   
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   Lior Gavra
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