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Sep 2012
...it is a letter in a cemetery...to hell with distinguished solemnities or perhaps heaven with dubious incompetence of well meaning form....down here....down here.... in the cemetery....where there are no poignant laments...for us...the emaciated corpses...grotesques that reside perhaps beyond your horizon of plausible vision...but sit here among the dead eyes hiding in the leaves...where our coordinants evaporate in vandalized ink...help wanted among the emaciated corpses..........
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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