March 2012
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Your Honor
Time is of the sentence, while verbs reveal their intents for adjective nouns (pro or no comment) quickly in vents meant for air, but coarseness courses through upturned grates shredding of courses into no ways
to go from here to home, awaiting infinitely fine moments caressed along necks of silken skin within the wear of stretched out glances left lingering still in compassionate ponds...
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nothing doesn't truly disappear
nobody whose who’s bloody bleeding nothing’s lost or found (amongst swing swung sounds) rebound where nowhere’s echo off violence’s clamoring dictum: to each’s own silent stammering victim
no bits limit the need to share no stars emit light without due glare no atom resists the urge to fuse no one exists alone to choose
yesterday isn’t tomorrow’s...
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