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Aug 2014
the one who's afraid of
speaking up to pray for another
whose words are tied into multiple
complicating knots over and over

constant unravelling of visions
behind the darkness in those eyes
never got its heart anywhere
but where it used to lie
jat
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jat  meadow of daisies
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