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Oct 2014
a cross between the sky, the ocean,
and blood; like that of a tiger, they
run the form of moral existence and the being of lifting corners on pink
and pale flesh, wanting to sink in like the visible pores
taylor bush
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taylor bush  homewood
(homewood)   
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