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3d
For the briefest hour
You caught my breath-

My dioxide moistened
Your eyes
Soothing.

For a small moment
Hurly Burly
Slowed-

A headlong rush
To oblivion

Became a Jaunt
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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