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Nov 2011
june is a fist of botched odds
plodding along... a rube of wise fools
cumbersome.
the long frost of a brief dim
witness to a harm gone
ambergris.

you seem less full.
an entire galaxy of wane suns
lonesome.
it's your mask: my masquerade rules
under some malignant
lush fog

and asked for this.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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