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Sep 2013
I sip my drink in waterfalls
looking to fill a hole
whose origin I haven't quite
yet figured out.
I make the same mistake
because maybe I can fill this void
with all the luck of the 3rd time
with all the regrets of the coming 4th.
coming forth.
forthcoming.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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