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Dec 2013
great powers are present
as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids;
the storm of the century is here

others open their eyes
swans are leaving;
yet i stay

iΒ΄ll measure the ice every night
until itΒ΄s strong enough;
carry me to the spring
Tim Marshland
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Tim Marshland
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