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Monday, 26 January 2009

Plaguebearer

Temples hump
on the cloud
past a vain
cramp

of bacon it can be said
the people come
and

speak
of the things that plague them in their waking hours like
owls
owls
owls
standing on the fence
the rotten fence
Posted by Daniel Sell at 01:36
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