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Dec 2014
Dreams of you.

What is peace
A squall of grit,
Coarseness caught in teeth.
The earth spits resolution.
I do not accept it.

Long ago, I fell into the sea.
My tongue tasted salt
My body
Was tugged by tide
But tomorrow it'll wash you

Away
This is written as a drunk. Edited sober.
George Cheese
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George Cheese  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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