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Twinkling Parallax

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Posted by Prester John Thursday, October 1, 2009 at 7:03 PM

I'm curled up here humming mad tunes
with the drilling of the weekday in my throat
the brick walls closing in and
all the
air is
being
robbed
from
my
lungs

 

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