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May 2014
your shoulders are mountains
and the valley in between
                          (where clavicle meets)
a heart beats underneath:

A coursing river of veins
with chemical pollution
sings its way through your landscape
but on it's banks grow flowers.
Erin Atkinson
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Erin Atkinson
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   Universal Thrum
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