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03 October 2009
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1 comment:
seis de diciembre 2007
The taxi is listening to the dispatch.
directional conscience.
"I am on my way" she said.
Quarter past since.
As i wait to hear the radio.
The size is perfect.
I do what i bid it.
cobblestone conscience.
i found the white place.
"i've seen this before. i feel it"
i said aloud.
i thought nobody listened,
but lo, a deer found.
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