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>i stopped believing what i saw / & instead what i knew / & worse still all of what i thought.
>w h e r e d i d i b u r y t h e q u e s t i o n s w h y d i d i b u r y t h e q u e – s t i…
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>accompanying the back of a painting
>all these repeating angles train hand repeater on the cliff ‘s edge brittle hold now crumble master there helicopter from; the beautiful view no matter the danger falling is walking is loving is blinding is building is hearing and repeating.
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>vietnam
>Precise packets of uneven pages lead me to believe something hand-woven and true has been reborn, where there was only self-pleasure and doubt about the craftsmanship; But look there is that same backward glance appeased in some daft artisan’s assertion He wins, his witty embellishment a thoughtful deception; This heart’s december spread out, even little smudges dot the surface…
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>Bemoan the Turner’s World, or a God Between
> 1 How to hit upon what matters 2 Weighing the grading, & how to parse 3 You lazy lackey — Thought 4 The Contrarian, where hid His hands 5 While rung the bell? Turner having 6 Fourteen fingers His ring is lost. 7 This is the season, my enemy, 8 Today we join…
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>It was her Grandson
> these are peopleisnt this amazingtake a look at this joethis is something!!!imagine putting them together? Fantastic FANTASTIC what the hell do they mean,“actors held in dictaphone mystery”?this is from canada..no, this is from newyork? You know i never did like wilson.He was from New Jersey?Yeah, he was. Hewas an autocrat. A smartass. Ernest Hemingway.…
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>Biden v. Palin 10/2/2008
>You’re about to hit a dogthings are looking upno one whose anyone hopesfor this kind of woe, news and shockeyes on the prize. He’s matted in black-night crosshatchemphatically battering radio noiseone, two many beers You’re, okay, about to hit a dog& your children will never forgivethe cooling slice of rubber painted on the road.
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>Red & Inverted Converse Rose / Score the Sky
>The lensesbroken, fail, but the vision sustainednow Fire & inverted conversecracks sanded over with practice scan victimless vices scan scattered screams finally still. Converges on apopulous still Blood and I remember ago the pity undead grace unread paternal gazenow,the middle ages wash across the sky, swelling black hopelessly beneath the swilling gray clouds ___ Drawing…
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