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umbhato the tour guide
oxtales

textures of skin
 1
wrapped wholey abstract.
 2
in my away mind
 3
I tried for pleasure
 4
to knock off demons
 5
and wound up placing
 6
glass in a cup.
 7
 
 
no jouney to light.
 8
I collapsed at the pyramids.
 9
how the dust chokes the night
 10
and to fear the pistol
 11
in a living battle with
 12
the dead.
 13
 
 
not a price,
 14
it was hammers for luck
 15
and a taper in the
 16
shadow forest where
 17
lone sacrifice has
 18
so often caught
 19
the sudden expire
 20
of ones I loved.
 21

26 May 07


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