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Nov 2013
feathery coontscounce on
the puck for playing.
a lavender make-up for rest.

the lack that you love
isn't empty bar-taking,
you fever the fount as it's bent.

you're lucky, you're karma,
you are what you're clinging,
you're love as it's breaking

you're Stress
Keith Ren
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