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Like the Moon, I wished
To urge a gentle breeze
That might roam the tiny forest
Of hair upon your hand.
By Eleni Norey - Follow Eleni on Twitter: @EleniNorey
Thorax
Taking care over moments
Elaborating on origin
Documenting you being here
Here I was and this is how I saw
Attempting to coax it into screaming
Soft sensitive screams
Like how we all scream
Into an empty sea
Of land and its possibilities
Are we all and transcend
Spread materials
Rea
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range
Working through the surface
To the fractal of thought
By Gerry Norton