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Aug 2017
Wood.
Carved by machine.
Curved for purpose.
Yet.
Snatched from logic.
Labelled a trophy.
An antivictory earned too hard.
Wood.
Stirring memories.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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