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Nov 2012
let me tell you some heat through the glowing waft of crisp stars hung with the sharp croak of a

                      here bird

                                                   and a



                             there starling

                                                       ­         on a filament invisibly


                                     cast

                                                and


     ­                                                         cast

  ­                                                                 ­       and


                                                    ­  
                                                               (by a pale spider titanically frail huge)


                                                         ­       from lewd ***** tall beauty

                                                         ­        muscles violent
                                                         ­        charge lathered in the murk
                                                            ­     of failing night
                                                           ­      rise and again rise
                                                            ­     thumping brazenly (feel dainty prim or)
PK Wakefield
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