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Apr 2023
And when you slip right through my fingers
and crash onto the floor,
a thousand scattered eyelashes
stare back at me.
I will stare at my hands
and blame them,
not you.
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
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     Rob Rutledge, N and guy scutellaro
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