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Jun 11
Sun stained blood and blood stained sun to me akin, awoke the lines forever lean, in the perpetual movement of ever raising moons of the mindful eye, opulent with many a sight of strange and secret that resides and does not perish, as long as thought can grasp and pen stroke pass.
J E A Cole
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J E A Cole  20/F/UK
(20/F/UK)   
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   Rich Hues
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