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Kody dibble Mar 2015
The shades, They twirl through,
Like a snapped limb,
Over the sun and valleys,
Fish singing, like flogged drifting tears,
Suddenly collapsed along the floor,

Groping regretful,
A light and refugee of who, what,
Or when

Nothing
Inside
Something
Sh kook

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