31 July 2009
notes: dip
dip
yr feet in the frigid
sea, with everything right & wrong
to no man marching belongs
no is a not-thing, no
temptress, no
burnbleaching sun, no
vacuum blanket of pure dust
choked static
yr ankle coming up, the ripple
yr final tow, apple red paint
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