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Apr 22
We connect to our
Own singular truth
Inexpressible by word
                    Relayed by the heart
                           The space where
Solitary reflection
                      Tightens my throat
Mixes emotions
                         Until colours run

Leaving nothing
Bar mottled visions
Held back
          By their own significance
Simon Bridges
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Simon Bridges  Visiting Mother Gaia
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