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Jul 2014
Quiet
    insects
sitting alone, desolate
    signal your whereabouts in this universe.

All by yourself,
     spewing and hewing and spinning,
conniving.

Where?
      do you amongst
this vast expanse
      rate round and round,
dizzy is all you see,
      until you fall down.
wordvango
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