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as our feet find the line between fate and separation
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as our feet find the line between fate and separation
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Monday, May 3, 2010
“papa was
a sparrow
with doleful eyes; head
cocked, east side.
all genuflect
on sky scraped knees. "
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I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook because my hand thinks I'm an artist.
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