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Oct 2018
I suppose Time
washes
our losses
ashore
And I hope,
our fragility
of humanity
Want
for no more
Is it our
losses,
we bury deep,
underground?
Or is it,
The loss
Of Things,
Never found?
Gidgette
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Gidgette  UnReality
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