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Dear Oblivion
dear oblivioni hear you shredding bonein the goldenplacesalivatingsomewhereunknowablea mangrillsmeata childscreams what i mean to sayis this, dear oblivion:i rememberthe littoral darknessof the rising afternoonthe light never having beenenough dear oblivioni hear youcrawling away
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 268
walk south west becoming-man walk north east colombian teen stretched overhead not yet static from under a baby blue polo a slingshot no the sky what is he looking for the divine not yet hands scrape static from under a baby blue sky what is he a colombian teen stretched thin brown hands scrape…
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