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Jan 2014
Stone pebbles
Rolling through skulls
Like fireworks
Speaking dead Latin tongues
To cigarette fingered teenagers
Progressive and hardly realized
Healed imagination to start.
Red and Blue lights ink
The shaman's circle
And green smoke fills iron.
Half clothed, half chilled
Waiting for the world to be.
Nemo
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Nemo  Texas
(Texas)   
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