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17 beats
nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
we all need a break
the perfect day she
had without me is the thought
that sings me to sleep.
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lesson learned
mothers and daughters
pretend
feed me seymour
harmonica
'where Mama earring ?'
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Fyrn says, (a near-perfect paraphrase)
lest she stirs
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ancient grains
when they come from a baby
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