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24 Feb 2008


i bleed through darkness

I'm the dominion of my tea

my ample wingspan ends up in silken smooth

i know they furnish habit and haste and a mid-waste count
slightly white habit my green mind haste

time feed refracts the moons ago
so much silver. in young mouths


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