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Mar 2014
should the sun bite my lower lip
and moon forge goodbyes
i will cut the blades of the sea-foam waves
and hide within your tempestuous eyes

so long my love, so long first love
until we meet in the bluest fire
tease the light out with your wits
a siren song, a salt-soaked liar
wolf mother
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wolf mother
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     jude rigor and Anderson M
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