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Jul 2013
places i need
are not here anyway
just seeing whats there
and leaving
my stare fixed on the moon
the grass is felt beneath me
and a heartbeat radiating
from this thing ive come from
makes the warmth coming from me
mingle and harmonize
with the warmth of everything
Max Petersen
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