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May 13
that reflects the light flashing off pale
fingers_
like glimpses of wet noses
in the looming underbrush

wet, hungry noses .

wind-rustled world.

sights and sounds
no longer .
kfaye
Written by
kfaye
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   Jeremy Betts
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