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Dec 2018
Words like knives
issue violence
beneath dreams foretold,
a thousand sorrows
etched by slumbers hand.

"all is not lost"

a bitter platitude now
as I merge with the stillness.
My shoulders heavy with silence
I wait.
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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     Fawn, Ayman Zain, ryn, Jim Musics, --- and 2 others
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