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of people and places (final cut)I (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I was studying the pattern of a tile mosaic once. I couldn't tell you how many colors there were. Or shades of colors. Or how many there were. Each tile a little frame occupying it's own space. No competition or noise. Just being part of the whole.

poetandknowit 17-Dec-02/3:16 PM
I am not sure; his words. I am also an oil slave who has no right to teach anything having to do with Latin America. Let's see, I am also a poser in both of your eyes and lack all forms of integrity and I make you and he sick to digest. And the world is ending and also my poetry is almost over. He is quite the talent with threats. Let's hope the fists retain the power lacking with his words. It should be an event. Please, come and watch. Hold me in between rounds. Teach me new tangos while I whisper the secrets of the last frontier against your Argentine skin.




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