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Mar 2014
Tenderness.
Banging of irrigation.
Crash of tides.
Snag with pull.
An empty cotton field...
Changed seasons repeat.
Harvest. Consumed. Protected.
Knit.
Her.
Is... Be.
She was amused by this. No; it is not that of an aching ******, but then again... Why not???
Robert H Rook III
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