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Aug 2014
what words?—she stands
behind me, come out
from there. next—waiting—watching
what words?—gazing—what
random
collaboration of lines?—come as language—he frowns
it is not your best*


my gift, my time, my blood—
yours.
my gift, my time, my blood,
yours.
all yours.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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