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2011/07/11

oh that was May say?

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and you asked me questions. of grief and darning wool, and the pulling socks, and the things one questioned. against night dark and other sporting things that time wove into a calendar, and bearing straight we came on a pass composed of things. no one counted none did but shame, sharing lust, at the hair of the dog. a man wanting home. where ~
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_________________________the prisoner knew better
                                                                                                                                                    she lived inside (a) Faulkner book


                  aft an fore 
the botanist
tipped 
her boat
                               slide rule together along the lover's beat



How I was she asked but would not talk to me she was
wearing white I saw saying loud enough her X so's they
could hear her beauty shining 







































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