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Aug 2018
I write subtleties,
Thoughts that randomize in the wee of the morning,
The lover longing for something past its expiration date,
The curtain billowing in the breeze of the dark,
Fingertips reaching blindly for hems coming undone.
Bits and pieces to pluck away,
In the wee of theΒ Β morning,
When thoughts randomize.
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     ---, Woody, Fawn, Paul Hansford, --- and 1 other
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