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Apr 2013
I can sit here for an hour
scouring letters of mine to
combine for you but the truth
of the matter is that the letters
could break and shatter
and you'll still
spill like ink into a lacquer.
The letters don't matter.
The letters don't matter.

You do.
Pour l'amour de mon existence, Kyran.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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