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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Stavenachi, Florida, revisited

Run ragged,
                   run cold
  Thy machine is cold

Feathers, trains, rustic refrains

 These will melt the pipes
These will make thee right
Posted by zj at 7:58 PM
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      • This, a Fallen World
      • i hate words
      • when i have fears that i may cease to be
      • a testament
      • loneliness
      • love
      • What is God?
      • Stavenachi, Florida, revisited
      • don't take away my chase
      • maroon
      • what kind of strange, quiet world have i found?
      • okay, stars and mars
      • more were purple than i ever could have thought
      • Thank You
      • domes
      • two miracles playing in the lane
      • i want to know the fox who sold his hole
      • it was a brilliant times louder
      • i can't escape my self
      • alight, bright thoughts of fancy
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