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Mar 2018
let the dust settle.
it doesn't take long.
it never does.
gravity calls it.
It's weight decides.

be patient my dear.
air will become clearer
if you promise to be still
as I do too with you.
let us stand
staring into eyes, gazing.
we'll communicate in wordless sighs
waiting.
moving eyes hesitantly across the landscape
that 'dust settling' decides.
By Nic Mac
Nic Mac
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Nic Mac  31/F/London
(31/F/London)   
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