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Jul 2013
you make it hard for me to
read because you faded all the
marks on the tape measure. Besides
your eyes are surprisingly
lifeless for having
your wisdom in the place
where souls are born but your hands
catch on the experience wood saws.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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