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Dec 2020
night air
silver-lined clouds
scream my name,
the moonlight reflects
at the window pane,
the crisp night air
calls me to it
so i step outside
and walk through it
R L
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R L  17/F
(17/F)   
90
     ilias, Galina, ghost, --- and Khoisan
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