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1.

between Patrick Thompson and this one

 

It's huge.

Floating, bobbing on the current--

I try:not to remember such

thin g s,

Sinewy and grasping as they are,

wraiths, demons, and shades alike.

It all just

(makes sense &)

tells of truths

?

.

.

.

"Truths." As true as truthiness can be

through a glass onion.

-------------------------------------- - Run.

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May 20, 2012
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