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Aug 2019
An insect,
Dull conscious,
In playful dance.

It, he, her,
Before a vision,
Where birds cross clouds.

Their vectors,
Love affirmations,
That meet,
In circles widen.
Ashley Chapman
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Ashley Chapman  55/M/London
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