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Sunday, July 28, 2013

A Poor Man's Dreams

we harvest all kinds of amusing

for the master arises out of the laughter of dogs.

hell keeps finding symphonies as certain burials
stay hidden. from sight.

& moonlight retracts

as the sky descends

& the air is so thick with insects

that they become one
with your breath.

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