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Sep 2015
In the midst of conversation
A top conversation,
Atop conversation
What do we speak of ?
Something quite brand new...
Processed so late.
But, in the moment a blend of Hues.
Simply shades that have no name.-
A painting nameless
But, purely painless
trapped in a circle of jargon.
I'm sure I'll hear that car again?
it was implied...
Smoke in the face
A massage, noises I cant recreate
A simple serenade of two.
But not sure which fire Would choose.

These Chones are cute-
A challenge
Burn!
I feel it coming.
A breath on coals.
It Burns
Continuously Burning me
Continuosly mocking me.
under the breathe I heard the. Words.
It would never be so.
The rush came and the.
Rush will go.
Was it all real.
An assumption that feeds the mold it fuels it self and eats me whole.
Words only to describe the gestures that keep it alive

the exchange of words. Would never be comprehended.
Whatbdo I do with thos
Kamblamian
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Kamblamian  Mesa, Arizona
(Mesa, Arizona)   
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