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Sunday, July 28, 2013

A Poor Man's Dreams

we harvest all kinds of amusing
medicines

for the master arises out of the laughter of dogs.

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

& moonlight retracts
time

as the sky descends

& the air is so thick with insects

that they become one
with your breath.

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