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Feb 2017
seems I am leaving when I am coming
dying , almost
a discovery
of heaven and earth
the sands of the coast the rocks high up
various places in my mind are predertemined to
make
memories and forecast the next
great moment
urges speak
in parables
***** lurch
as a sheep jumping the fence
I get sleepy then
a cigarette is needed
a hug and kiss
a night together
wordvango
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