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Jul 2013
if i shouldΒ 
quite suddenly depart, feet
slipped out from underΒ 
center,

then sing me to sleep
and send me out a-drift, across
the lake, quiet glassy
cloudy with the stardust and
the paradise

and if i should arrive at a
distant shore through the
mist;
(c) noa harriott
noa harriott
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noa harriott  seattle
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