28 February 2013

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23 February 2013




















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Stranger my sister known to me
In the pierce of morning light
Reflected in a glass
Through my occupied eye.
It is the warmth of your breath
On my skin from your far angle.
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22 February 2013














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21 February 2013

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20 February 2013

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18 February 2013
















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17 February 2013
















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16 February 2013
















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14 February 2013

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13 February 2013

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09 February 2013
















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08 February 2013


















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07 February 2013

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05 February 2013

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04 February 2013

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01 February 2013

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An exchequer of words
Must for worlds suffice;
Those unsaid still
Will swallow this sufficiency.
As unsyllabled stars
Quality space nonetheless,
Is every moment a thing before words,
And there is what you are.
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