Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Yankees Smokers Quitline



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GRAMMAR OF DREAMS
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The heavens are alone, who will fill
? Blue and green

do black, perhaps? Soledad

loneliness after
will walk
word infinite, secure, sure
up something ...
Tense, yellow and volcanic. Tilde

stolen land,
femur of all dreams.
Dreams amber.

The heavens are alone, isolated from the time
walk.

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