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Apr 2016
Into a bow, I folded
paper wakame
and ate it.

Compulsive behaviors include :
Ingredients such as :
relativity ,

taught me how to turn
something flat
and visa-versa.
The Unfamilliar, not-yet-integrated
uncertain if it could be capitalized on,
forms of existing
somehow gathered shame
childhood memory
in tasting.
I would like my appetite back
when you are finished evaluating

Above the water horizon,
where none of us can see,
everything is different.
I can't believe I keep forgetting.
It's springtime in Santa rosa california. This website feels like livejournal in the 90s before I quit the Internet. Circles been drawn again and I feel capable in general, grateful, generous and well. Look at that letter "g" go.
mori walts
Written by
mori walts  santa rosa ca
(santa rosa ca)   
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