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- People Have Their Hang Ups
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06 march 09
sun hung low.
aquatint-like Greek tiles
masoned in the white.
no dividers.
some pyramids prefer the cold.
groped the hitch
black unpitched.
i waded in the healing lagoon.
torn hide
open wide
gas, sea, us
everything is gaseous gaseous.
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