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May 2013
you’re more than a name
in refusal
often wondering where I have been
songs lost in daytime hours
my faint memory
of things that came and left
hope
still hangs from your mouth
like dried leaves
aching for something more
I’ve never lived up to you
I trample over (my) words
and
the suggestion of night becomes
broken
Moe
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Moe  M/earth
(M/earth)   
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   Jemimah and Adreishka Luciano
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