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Sep 2017
my love is like a river where nights are like an owl
that glorify my lore if a riverbed only measure the toll
  
for our next day never is desire
but is evolving aΒ latter reason
that we fight geese and flew below the weather

where a night ours melted together  
though we'd treasure dawn again
and hither stave hunt here

whether it's a moonlight parade
as darkness edge the water again  
my dire wicked life midst a fog in rain
Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
(Bloom)   
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     Suja Gunasegaran, ---, Keith Wilson and ---
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