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Jun 2017
Wherever eyes wandering  
Nose ring, pierced tongue
Sunshine on your hair

Does it comb you into immediacy?
Temperate, without charge
The uncertainty of fundamentals

Sever tone, ageless crystal
Salt residue on glass
Written by
the isolate slow faults  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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