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Jan 2019
these words
i'm scared to know
dropped like a penny
spiralling down the wishing bowl

i like the way it rolls,
fascinated,
like a child of three.

Then the drop,
I wonder where it goes?
mt
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     eileen, Guvar Thomas, Jashn, Rachiel and Em MacKenzie
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