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Jun 2019
what a shame to hide the sun behind your skirt
yet you shake your hips and it hurts; my heart
abundant waters slip out of your mouth
in stillness of the falling rain, i shout your name
your song has only one refrain,
each time we part; my heart, it breaks again
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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     julie and ---
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