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lemuridae (Free verse) by richa

Madagascar, and the time of moon and heard heartbeat. And lemurs. They are indeed well named, white under-face with feet like fingers And to hear them forage amongst forests wet leaves, and leap with a gentle grate on wax. closer than the wind that crawls through my curtains.

INTRANSIT 11-Jan-04/1:05 PM
This comes across more poetically than pokingly.




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