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fit to be typed - tie me down pull

sweet teathers

so swift to stake

the hair, staying twixt

my throb and zoned fake

a deed unmeasured

so gifted a debate

to love a light to vulture-

breath, the bread of lines,

of the beating of a ruptured quake

1/18/09

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timothy-harding

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Published: May 11, 2010
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