Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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Rating: 5.0

where a tawdry sun would rise,
we would amble to wash our backs in front of the brown orange
swirls on the crumbling grey earth. Here, we'd dig our toes in to the
slurping, sogging, sucking, wet, stretch to cadge the flickers of colour,
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James Fitzpatrick
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