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Nov 2012
Let's jump the sound
skip a couple
staircases and stare at
the eternity void.
It's easy in that
sort of way.
When we watch the
stars from the cold
rooftop, Cambodian skirts,
Indian symboled blankets,
the void is filled for
a brief second of eternity.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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