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Apr 2014
Cold feet hold up the weariest of skeletons.
I am sick of this limbo.

Flinging myself between two hearts in the hope one will sear an imprint
on non-existent flesh.

Nobody can love cold bones
and cold bones can love nobody
when they have no body to love.
Sobriquet
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Sobriquet  27/Aotearoa
(27/Aotearoa)   
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   Daniel Magner
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