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Oct 2014
and on the plane in which my body lie,
cold and grey, waiting upon an unspoken desire.
vacant and dead, seething an unseen sun.
purity dripping from cold dry lips,
a new beginning for the sky.
stars gather, diving into open palms,
walking unto the light.
K
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K  Portland
(Portland)   
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