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good sometimes blank eyes ravage me your kindest sense rapist dear lady in the swiftline at grocer's and thoughtful eyes you forget to stare at magazine rack buys tow cans beans, one can corn and pumkin pie for holiday no doubt and your eyes give thanks to breath itself. good longing angel longs for next day next line next word you hear may be just the tahnks you need and i can tell you certain as space that cloud-drifts overhead worships in the hall of simple loves only int he temple of hands reached out and change dropped in cups.

2003-12-09 | 2:56 p.m.
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