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Mar 2017
Two heartbeats in.
One scratching tempo out.
Living like we're immortal.
Fingertips scribbling out history.
Ink blots on cream paper.
So desperate for memory.
We settle for stains in place of words.
Mica Kluge
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Mica Kluge  25/F/Appalachia
(25/F/Appalachia)   
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