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Jan 2016
being; wet cloud bent down, now of this form,
how will you ever know

the whispering splinter of youaresobeautiful
that has set down
under that identity; under that cult of them,
if you do not
alter it?

ascend into the being of hallowed mud:
you are pillar and pulse
and light is yours to have and hone
mike dm
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mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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