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Jul 2019
simper now
in the relaxation of infinitesimal specks:
we have measured their resonance.  
such a dreadful prognosis...
torn from a blear openness and
swept into progenies avalanche,
clinging to a spar of what is and could be
ATL
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ATL  23/M/MA
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   neth jones
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