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Jan 2019
I sweep your hair out of your face.
You wear lace and diamonds.
Signs of your mind.
Lines on the sky,
Combine to form shapes in the clouds.
A loud and tiring yawn.
A strong message for the dawn.
You called to me?
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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       NRIKO, --- and Ken Pepiton
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