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Apr 2013
we **** wisps of meaning down spines like beads of sweat
we send them south
across the border
between the trees
i lay my head
the ground beneath me quivers
the grass becomes damp
and the quake can be heard
like a long gentle sigh
and for a moment
the mind turns black
Benjamin D Pupps
Written by
Benjamin D Pupps  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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