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Feb 2013
On the night I flushed my head
Herbs offered in moonlight's graceΒ Β 
- Surrendered self now posed like lead -
I felt you kiss my silent face
And hold my eyelids fast
To save your eternal child
So I could be a watchman
Once more.
Connor Smith
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Connor Smith
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