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Apr 2013
I draw you out of my heart in wisps,
I pull you from my being and my mind.
Inch by inch the tendrils, weakened
let bits of little memories fade to dust.
Affection doesn't linger,
There is nothing left for it to cling to.

It's spring somewhere in the world.
April 3rd 2013
Idle Insignificance
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Idle Insignificance  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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   Jess Rigsby
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