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Mar 2019
Tempo slow,
Until it moves
Hastily with
Notes ongoing,
There’s nothing
Left to know,
There’s nowhere,
Left to go
When it’s
Coursing
Pure as water.
Something felt,
In a place
That invades
All others
To capture
One entirely.
Jen
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Jen  40/F/A Dream
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