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Apr 2014
He talked of shedding
skin and roaming
constellations

the bones of the
Earth breaking
beneath us

the past blending
seemleslly jnto
the future

spinning time

and weaving
ourselves out of
the present
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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