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Apr 2013
we are nothing but bones
constructed into two small
houses
skin made of glass;
so you can see me
and i can see you.
see your chimney with it's glowing fire
i'll watch as the flames spark
alighting the rooms
in white;
only when i'm near
does your heart glow
so intensely
how fragile are we
how fragile
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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   marina and Weeping willow
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