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Aug 2017
Coastlines create beautiful circles
and I wade between them
But I wish to stand at the edge of the earth

and scream over to the sun, now
brushing the blue desert
at dusk

                             "Where do I go from here?"

and she just replies as she always has

with a rising moon.

        beams scattered
        on my sandy, small toes
the disappeared
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       Rai, Lior Gavra, Tatiana, Jamadhi Verse and Timothy
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