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Sep 2014
How soon words become their sounds saying themselves,
a muffled echo of a canyon packed
full with abandoned spaces.
I intend to fall over
you like the best part of a disaster,
like the thousands of things I have,
will have said to you,
only two will have been true.
Lee
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Lee  portland, oregon
(portland, oregon)   
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