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Apr 2014
A flower appears.
In warmth I fall.
Into blood and savage mixture.

So close to hurt.
And smile.

And to breathe.
Breathe you.

The strings below my torch.
Oh, I try to do and come undone.

Fade.
Prison.
Robert Carroll Spear
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