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We are only always just a mere touch away from the finish line I feel your fingertips upon my palm, the slightest movement I run Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Random Access Poetry: Day Eight Reply
We are only always
just a mere touch
away from the
finish line
I feel your fingertips
upon my palm,
the slightest
movement
I run
Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Random Access Poetry: Day Eight