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May 2016
Clay shaped human
a cat sitting at the well and licks away
I stand before you sifting and measuring      No!
time to sit is not fathomable and I am still alone-
again my café sits beside me-

You ******* of social light!-  so much detest- with words
engrossed conjecture but substitute, ( no gasp you fools...)  in me?
I want; I need a STOP sign to ingest the evil doers here.

so again I stand before you sitting and measuring
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