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Aug 2013
dozens of unbelievable weevils weaving
as they bore wholes in half your things
and keep weaving... breathing out,
the frozen account. breathing in the terror
of a bent bliss. a rude clue in the dim lit.
a dog star

that never gets it's day.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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