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Sep 2010
Save me the wrestle,
Save me the need.
Let's quickstart the happens,
Lest they grow into weeds.

Your hand is safe offered,
Your eyes sharpened wide.
Let's ferry perception,
And bump wakes in stride.

You're blue-my emotion,
I'm red-as your sight.
Let's purple the evening,
And violet the night.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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   Marsha Singh
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