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Tuesday, 16 March 2010
glacier grains tumble
supposed always to sleep
melting peaks
canyons drain
expose her diamond eyes
stumble in
click to flash
it's all a radical dance
a miracle
makes her seen
Mar 16, 2010 7:56:57 PM
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