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May 2010
i feel like measureless music
a throng of vowels
living in-between fog and smoke
like almost black and white
the string of a far away kite

my mind has become stuffed up
and all the world tastes distant
and slightly curdled.

like a telescope
focused on the landscape of a palm.
Written by
S.R Devaste
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