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blue skies slice the august air
with something light and behind stone armour
the whiteness of wings
posted by name of the rose at 12:08 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
Monday, August 28, 2006
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