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Jan 2018
Cobwebs;
That desperate correspondence
Of a salty conscience
... falls two droplets
Leaky prophet
NO, I have lost it!
Touched too much hot
Of the water faucet
Red hands
Scorned,
Reaching,
Torn
They remain this way
'Til they know what they're for..
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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   Tyler, Kim and Jack Maxwell
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