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May 2017
there
I find while
sitting waiting
on it

a peace
tender bit
a slivered fragment
of what I seek

though finding
might be a ******
the search is
also abiding

for if I found
the treasure
the it
I might just die
in ecstasy
wordvango
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wordvango
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