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She found a propeller in Portland and carried it all the way to Eugene under her arm, this western artifact. Says she’ll turn it into a necklace, use it to press through the crowds of people reaching at her hems. They hold the sidewalks down as she passes, waiting like wildflowers.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
Maharaji M.O.
She found a propeller in Portland and carried it all the way to Eugene under her arm, this western artifact. Says she’ll turn it into a necklace, use it to press through the crowds of people reaching at her hems. They hold the sidewalks down as she passes, waiting like wildflowers.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
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