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Weightless Obstruction
This is just a storage of the raw
The mind is constantly changing.
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Body Rot
Palms rise, isolated from the blower;
sitting with the moist
covering the decay
what had been revolving
blocked the mind of health
is still not part of it.
How can I not love such?
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Erika Ruiz
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