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Saturday, May 06, 2006

mapless

you've conjured the snow. now make
a circle, inhale
with caution. learn this tongue
of precious metal. do not
call, for it will come
in its own time: that sullen
wing, that slow reverb.
Posted by fyn scarlet reed at 10:56 AM

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