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I say blood marbled floors and boats somewhere on the Ganges River Africa? no. wait—I think it’s sadness that flows out every hole onto the plain into the water out of the well all of the elephants swallowed and digested down to the bones on colors on sky diamonds on lovely wax and wane this river these people blood and guts cooking tradition knowing that it’s the last meal to throw to the gods in the water
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
I witness India on the back of my hand
I say blood marbled floors and boats somewhere on the Ganges River Africa? no. wait—I think it’s sadness that flows out every hole onto the plain into the water out of the well all of the elephants swallowed and digested down to the bones on colors on sky diamonds on lovely wax and wane this river these people blood and guts cooking tradition knowing that it’s the last meal to throw to the gods in the water
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
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