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Aug 2015
The church sets suns and moons, rivers.  

Raging and this
newly automated
and failing parts at to the newest river.
I defeat. I encase my linen and pull all manners.
If gore

If gore

Runs

And when it runs it tears down the scenic
route

Infirm trusts
all this disease fails

Aniston
A royal tribute and hospital beds

Emperor
But empire
Not for the freed ants the decent steal

Bit for the ears we've kept in between
The secretive
Pots
The fileting of a new sore
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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