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Mar 2015
im sitting in a crowded space.
thinking about how,
how not every hay stack has a needle
how not all ballads require tune
my thoughts wander in this crowded space
they are dispelled at a quiet pace ..
so crowded, so pierced with sound..

and so it ends, alone in my room
alone in this crowded space

*L.G
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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   Ryan Hoysan, --- and ---
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