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Apr 2017
bathing in pools of soft earth
there ain't no poem you can choose
to forgive birth, you re-live first
the anthems of our ruse.
we begin to lose... then win a cloud
of pensive and twice removed

the sun is an enfant.
the moon is the other-
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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