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Tuesday, July 31, 2012


the cold ambiguous letters read like sand-script,
for lack of better a world
weather blew feathers & coal out of my cerebral flow
it molded my feeble mind
my delicate if I could spurn.
a mind so spun out of control...
broken down palace/find strength in her warmth
forms I filmed
lessons I learned
the way the rain pitter pats on the hull of this automobile as it hugs each turn
I feel its pistons jumping
and rumbling
its an ignition to the night,an admission all right
a single syandide capsule under my left k9
and be merry
for tomorrow we die

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