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Sep 2015
When will you
and
I
escape to
some remote island
-afloat-
in the middle of the sea
constructed by our wits
alone

where we shall sustain ourselves
not with
food or drink or sleep
but rather
words words
words
of our own making
tapping ananda
that
***** the **** out of
our minds
and makes us both
***
simultaneously
together as
one?
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
572
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