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Feb 2013
Breath
I breathe in wild
And candle break her mirror,
Her dark and strange
Unfading royal face

And kind of sky,
Which quickly disappear,
Merged with the night
And smelled of opened gap.
Andrew Springer
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Andrew Springer  St. Petersburg
(St. Petersburg)   
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