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Jan 2012
These words
are the droolings
of ruminate
thought outworn
                             d
                          ­   ri
                             p

                             d
                             ri
                            ppi
                             ng

                            into
                            exist
                          ­  ence
                              on
                               a

                     barren plane

                     to be w i  p   e    d     a   w    a    y         through a careless
flick                                                           ­                                         Unnoticed
         except as the byproduct of some failed attempt at grand thought
                        without purpose, without substance,
                         it is absorbed through atmosphere
                                       and it is gone.
Aric J Brisolara
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Aric J Brisolara
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