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dispatches into the void
Sunday, August 3, 2008
that game you started
time slowed
I watched
my fingers
in your palm
caught, not catching
the rock
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sunrise
afternoon walk
It is kind of sad that humans and their blind hope...
Saturday morning
finally
poem from words picked out of Coleridge (and last ...
cool humid quiet
Neil in the sun
capillaries opening, a pink tinge to the surface
found a shiny tone
smooth and cold in the palm, they are
inestimable fortune
that game you started
pleasant day
some found art at Huntington Beach
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