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Sep 2014
when liquid starlight formed
in his eyes
and trickled into
the formed cracks in my palm,
I was no longer sure
if I was his moon
or just a cast reflection.
Dean Eastmond
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Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
(Weymouth)   
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