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Jun 2010
XI
scream wild silence
into the calm noisy streets
                                  young feet flecked.
a hushed overture of creased whispers
          profuse in the market sulfur tide.

all the windows wax an offer to the loose money pockets.

"who would wear that?" i hear i


                                                                       hear i hear.
PK Wakefield
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   Harumi Ikeda
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