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Jun 2010
why            ?         not
        in the glaze
hot subtle petals cravings
blue the read chin pageless verbs
nouning!
                wilt a bit  ,
                                 like the winter flake
failing warmth.

           (i knew too well the autumn .)

welcome me in your fluttering breast beautifully butterfly dUst
key my hole and unlock the secret girders barring beating
      muscle incessant tock ticking;

          can it be ever said?
                                           howmuch            i love thee.
PK Wakefield
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