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Oct 2013
next to the apple tree lay a stool- -
"climb to the top branch and
you'll see what it feels like
when the God's come
around to blow
you down."

she knew I was in love.
she knew I wasn't
much

face painted
like the uppity winds
of winter

our cheeks touched

my cheek now wears her
make-up

(fake blush)
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softcomponent  30/M/Powell River, BC
(30/M/Powell River, BC)   
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