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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Untitled II

You read them aloud.
You bite into emptiness.
Like eating magic...
Foregoing the lengthiness.
Your book is tragic.
Print storms inside; a word cloud
Behind your false eyes
Circuits don't connect correct.
You see your black lies
Making the white page not proud.

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