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May 2010
12x went resonating careful din
of bells spilt a peeling tone
from the. once quIet.
mighty gray rise
towering cylinderic
face hands clutching
unclutchable liquid
pour over every little shingle
sprawled at your base
so
                                  tell
me
                               this:
what
                          shall
i
                                   #?
PK Wakefield
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