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Sep 2010
hey i don't you
remember the sea    ?
       ido
it was speaking little wet enormous. a tooth
         hey!don't i you?re a massive collapsing
ocean deep perfect. the waves crack back
an oblique smell of crying swollen.
                     it,s a god's face; a bruise blushing on his cheeks
maybe

                we taste the shore. it's gray enunciated sky impinging the
dry with damp teeth. or the mountains thinking on the horizon:

                blotting truculence

                        they stand  so still
PK Wakefield
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