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Jan 2016
"unanswered prayers
comorbid with the
dead end of a whisky
bottle. my elaborate
fade of unflinching,
human error.

it was only to the
slow crawl of a
predawn sky;
I came to...
a memory of art
& holy curses."
|| shoo.shu ||
One cannot pray with clenched fists
shooshu
Written by
shooshu  Rancho Palos Verdes
(Rancho Palos Verdes)   
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   ---, r and Got Guanxi
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