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sequence, sometimes metaphysical
welcome to the waste-bin.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
tiny vessels
On this day a year passed, sprung with disease, spiraled on a shallow sea.
Now, I'd burn those tiny vessels down to the water line
if only there had been -
was ever -
anything to burn.
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