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Dec 2019
I see you in my whiskey
My cigarette smoke has your savor.
And yet you are further away than ever
I'm waiting for you
Even if the sea ruins the poem I wrote you on its sand.
I'll get you, flower of dawn.
Let me water you with love and affection.
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     A Slow Heyoka, annh and ---
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