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slack jaw sullen scowl
adrift in silence of a shock
Sunday, July 29, 2007
let's imagine a painting on a hillside with a little boy making paint mistakes with his fingers over his ears and his eyes alive with his inside sight
in my dreams, i seem from what i've seen,
i'm an eyelid smear, sinking two.
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