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Dec 2013
what switch might lay above me,
that I would write forever?

you're no stranger than me.

I'll convolute as long as I see,
with the sea- a shining quarter.

I'm in Heaven, now.
With words.


Don't bother searching,

      we'll all drift well enough,

and breathe,


             and breathe be-yond.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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   Marsha Singh
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