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Oct 2017
those you hold
that warm skin beneath your hand
is an easy anchor to hold
the fast heartbeat of now
and a sure smile
the light shines around that figure
onto you and only exists
because you see it
you smell the birth of a day
every breath chooses how to feel
they're your rocks
and they weigh what you let them
Deana M
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Deana M  49/F
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         ---, Walter W Hoelbling, Toriana, Jobira, Mack and 3 others
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