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Sep 2012
Drew the breath of languid lullabies, tendriling upon my spine tingles in mingling sensations of the never more, but once again to shine in radiant majesty, blinding the blind eyes or turned cheeks, and weeds, left to grow in rugged sheik, forever more. I don't need me, or the pretend splendor ceased in others dreams. Just a being. Greeting me , from the outside looking in.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
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