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Dec 2012
The house with no door

But two windows

Welcomes only those

Who understand curtains

The path leads to weeds

The garden is on the roof

To enjoy in my lies

First you must face my truth

Chimney smoking ***

The oven full of grease

Sheets of stained carpet

Carpet made of fleece

If you are still willing

To hack, climb, draw

Inside but a laughing face

Starfished on the floor.
Daisy Chain
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Daisy Chain
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   Timothy
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