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May 2014
breaths of somber stillness
folding thoughts like linens
below feet on the kitchen floor.
I drew a mountain using only
colours from your eyes and I
placed it under this town, it grew
until the streets didn't flow
the way they used to flow
and now I'm left with question
marks following street signs
standing on a corner wondering
where to go from here
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth
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   Hooflip, Jack and ---
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