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Jul 2012
High Altitudes (Are Not Conducive To Romantics)
one diamond winter evening
for want of a human heart
i scaled an ancient mountain
only to find there was no air
and died quiet beneath aurora
and the glacier's doleful stare.
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     Irving MacPherson, Brandon, Emelia Ruth and mûre
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