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Jul 2016
This pain
could run into
the triumph of
my head
burn and torment
alas for the tune
is worth a thousand pains
sail on sweet pain
curse me
navigate endlessly
through my hearing
till the clouds
crash
till the bird
songs shine
extinguished
till everything
is eclipsed
by great
throws of nothing
B Wasserman
Written by
B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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