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Mar 2013
Wash my hands with the morning dew, while everything is still.
While everything is still untouched;
Still quiet;
Still deserted.

And not a soul is around to see.
To see if i'm still breathing;
To see if i'm still here;
To see if i still speak.
12th March 2013
Idle Insignificance
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Idle Insignificance  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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