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Nov 2012
torn paper, shining coins and a picture of my paradise;
the distant voice of a blurry girl drowning in my eyes.
swirling footsteps cast upon her desire and her will;
the fading figure of memories upon a windowsill.
Sean Dimech
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Sean Dimech
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   vircapio gale
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