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Feb 2011
I'm a terrestrial being.
so down to earth I might just be below it.
Up to my ears in the sands of time;
grounded, forever glued to the microcosm.
Entrenched in terra firma.
Homely maybe, there's tracts of guilt all through it.
creative commons
Kathleen
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Kathleen  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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