3 June 7, 2004
Here is the mute substance of path, cutting not knowing,
desolate cotton on a twig,
heart in suspense and wax of encumbrance,
and heres the arrow of the seam, pregnant, uphill,
here's the interrupted hostage, the fasting,
the mallow with feighned eyes. here the indian is defrocked,
theft adjacent, the varient thrust back in chimera.
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