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Tuesday, 18 January 2005

Fridge poetry I

In sordid night
In easy thought
The pain from rain
Any beauty raw
Springs
Our blood
House-full love
Still shine rich
Through our door

posted by Primrose Maclean | Tuesday, January 18, 2005

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