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Jun 2010
whipping to whirling
circles upon counters
tipped over and emptied
drooped over to search
for glass, and rotted grain
not yet spoiled by tiles

spinning to crashing
joining bodies from earlier
air to stained carpet
a pile to small to be chunks

waking to wondering
hours before are scratched
never to be replayed
unknown is vast and choices
were questionable
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