MALADDENDUMS
12.20.2006
(holy measures)
My brain is the sun bent mourning of cat's eyes watching patience through the fade.
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10:24 AM
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(place salvation contest)
(as by night)
(we strum along)
(no tomes from the breadth)
(loose salt)
(naked, rise)
(furrowed noose)
(chime in false blades)
(counts in magic)
(handed line)
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