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Jul 2010
Sitting in a black vinyl chair,
I put my hands one on top
of the other,
and breathe deeply
while reciting inside
six precious words
which empty my mind
as I become being itself
just sitting there
in a black vinyl chair.
Kongsaeng Chris Everson
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