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3/22/12-Truth your lips your fleeting smile your breath your anger we could not connect the worms turning the water falling rushing draining the flax waving in the breeze your mind beyond my touch spaces the wind blustery billowy through that new and almost empty house kids climbing over the fence trespassing into my place cops called when trees were damaged toads croaking death welcome no release or nothing galaxies spinning cosmological tops...
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