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Feb 2012
You are stealing from me
those winks can only yell so loudly
you are still a cold tint of buried

at least, you're better than punching plastic.
You're less than a dying digit
More than a love
Above all eyesight


sometimes my head can't turn up
but when it does

i'll do anything to keep it there
"written as is Live".
Carl Hoek
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Carl Hoek  new york city
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