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Nov 2013
Seeks silently the slithering sheik
Blubbering boldly at Benedict babies
Oiling only bones of old
Drying slowly dilated sloans

What senses arise from beyond the fold?
On the otherside of incidence
What cold wind blows?
Only, I know if only I knew
Otherwise, widely I would pour out through you
Sean Fitzpatrick
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Sean Fitzpatrick
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