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[26 Feb 2006|08:54pm] |
laboriously, the word pursues
the air who lent it though
circumstance proves, per
usual, ingracious...& though
things have their
certain ways of run
ning on, can find (s
trangely) small
means of id
entifying the end they
(may) fulfill. numbers
migrate, people (aha!) are
different & digust(ed)ing
all over. & now(here) the
world has bee
n on the e
dge of ceasing, al
ways, as far as facts
may be counseled.
a werewolf, Luck stands
end to end all best guesses
and tastes (infects) each
one for its (best) salt while
i, bemused, can only
look on, enume
rating.
no(where) lines move &
are broken; end to end,
salt for salt.
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