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Feb 2014
everyday I am waiting for the moment that
everything tears apart in some way I cannot
yet comprehend. the scales tip spontaneously
in favor of what does not exist, just as I tip
off the bridge of what is dream and what is
reality. I am waiting still for the day the
cosmos        rip
        into                         tiny fibres
Colin O'Malley
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Colin O'Malley  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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