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Dec 2015
cerebration, once spoken or written
would have corrupted pure thought
by the muddied hand of our articulation.

just like cynicism waxing cynical:
in that lone instant of release; its
value drops from lofty to mundane*



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   ryn and Eiliv Advena
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