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12x went resonating careful din

of bells spilt a peeling tone

from the. once quIet.

mighty gray rise

towering cylinderic

face hands clutching

unclutchable liquid

pour over every little shingle

sprawled at your base

so

tell

me

this:

what

shall

i

#?

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Published: May 19, 2010
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