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Mar 2013
let the red threads give way

to such things; tiny & so

GRANDIOSE!

&

Up from the belly of

afterthoughts; where my

finger goes!

&

Called upon by a

god of sorts; to be up

in smokes!

&

chased down, followed

into powder-white corners;

it’s close….

&

too close for comfort, we fear

the mystery is foggy-clear
La Jongleuse
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La Jongleuse  France
(France)   
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