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Jul 2014
I have forgotten what day it is
I have forgotten what day it is
my purpose is to wait-
and long for you to
Address me, dress me, hold
me.
promise me; the blue sky I grow lustful
and drunk over.
tide me over with
the hidden knowledge of
soothe-sayers
astronomers, those
who have a hand
inside of them
and His fire, blinding
and
bright and
alluring
in their eyes.
Olivia Anderson
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Olivia Anderson  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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