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her veil is the breeze
oxtales

disappear sun.
 1
hide in barrels.
 2
distort in straits of my eye
 3
the local is earth trying to live
 4
 
 
no patter on the tiles,
 5
they took a flight to the fog.
 6
in the breeze
 7
is that secret ocean
 8
a weary con in a corner
 9
of the past.
 10
 
 
"if" is the last sign
 11
to deceive me
 12
I bought into the
 13
cuss of creation
 14
 
 
it's all bones
 15
floundering like catch
 16
in an instant we are alone
 17
no price for occasion
 18
the pack is over the end of the sky.
 19

24 Jun 07


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