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Oct 2014
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the sleepy hung corpse;
waning roseate, veined vessel
tumid, ancient, of loss of culture
introduced to the society of living
mixes in pearl skin and stupor
colliding curvatures of river banks
met in failure, met in marshes
withering boiled bodies trying to shout
of becoming who i am
athene
Written by
athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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   ---, Parsavagely Kompenere and ---
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