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Jul 2014
the hand you touched
my dear
in the darkness
and thought
was not me.

the mirage had taken me out
and left you with a shell

Š Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
Marshall Gass
Written by
Marshall Gass  Auckland New Zealand
(Auckland New Zealand)   
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