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Nov 2014
I have  loved
    swollen at times
           to the size of mountains
over the brooks and streams flowing
        warm  'tween my arms
issuing
       the life flows
pleasures and sighted
            of afterglows.
If then the sun stopped
           shining,
I would never
               notice.
wordvango
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