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May 2010
rightrightleft
                       slip
          slip
right                     left(hook)
dance d  a  nc    e fleshy mote
in starkness sparkle
pearl violence; youyou you you
thought you
c                     ould
touch me butbu bu bbu
but now
              you wither in a sweatish slumber
on this canvas shore
as a sheet of vibrations corona
on the mingled flames of my accurate
d      e    s    
                    truction;
(did you really think you'd win


                                                        
                    
                                                              ?
                                                                                          )
PK Wakefield
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