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my thoughts a swirling grave orange tasting pavement mint gum in my pocket chewed a small ill defined girl swung her head but kept her drink level it did not spill there was a felon who was proud and a blue that was fallen the driest eyes in a desert of music people swaying and reaching out but as outmatched as ivy and skin to the torrent of clouds orange tasting light burnt skin burnt paper orange tasting prayers
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC
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my thoughts a swirling grave orange tasting pavement mint gum in my pocket chewed a small ill defined girl swung her head but kept her drink level it did not spill there was a felon who was proud and a blue that was fallen the driest eyes in a desert of music people swaying and reaching out but as outmatched as ivy and skin to the torrent of clouds orange tasting light burnt skin burnt paper orange tasting prayers
Copyright Carl Hoek. 2010 From The novel *****
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC
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