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Jan 2013
Nothing but symbol
come and leave
or flash inside my pupil

Prettified, purified, sanctified,
once integrated,
now estranged.

Marching reluctantly,
Recalling expectantly,
Retreating helplessly.

Under sunlight burning,
behind shadows rotting,
meanwhile for both, I longing.
Ground-level Ozone
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Ground-level Ozone  DC
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