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Sep 2014
I'm going away,
down to the place where
they drum the circle
and put motors on
feet and hips.
Down to where the fire
is my jacket and love
hand in hand with harmony,
is my fleeced inside.
I'm going away to where
the glitter princess and her
fairies sprinkle us with happy
dust to lift the downs we have found.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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