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Jan 2013
Dreams that I slept
in your lap, on your chest

Pyres that I leapt
over and over, at your behest

Crevices I crept
through, while you'd rest

Will heave weeps adept
when their sights arrest
the unnoticed attempts.
my bereft nest, your thriving theft.
Inklips
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Inklips
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   --- and Ann Beaver
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