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Jun 2010
it,s hot. the sun bubbled effervescent laughter
ringing star fortress. in their hands i hold
a key (choleric) and.

      so unlocked open closed. delicious. i couldn't
clasp the rhythm rainbow raining sweetly from
the singing cords contracting across the pale sheet.
and lost me my i try but can't fly.

     flicker little, as you fade into the organized disorder of
the crisp hills released on my eyes slicing your golden succulents.

                                    how can i be,without,you?in the darkness of
      
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                             pty
PK Wakefield
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