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Sep 2014
She--


Was Hal-f-
Torn.


When carousel
Cabinets; whirled
Ferociously around.


A mouse-
Of maggot--butterflies.

It seethes here...


She-- was just-

Rustling, her carrier-bag.
Weeps.

From useable filaments.
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)   
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