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I. The light of day unraveled Drove rain in fists of wind Trounced the sound Shrill its shearing fabric   The wet black-top hurled back moonlight In shimmering frantic fractures,
Iceland. I’m pretty relaxed And at the same time Northern lights. High maintenance sweet pea. Face mask.
hollow eyes stare back   from old pictures on the wall  waiting to live again
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