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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.

god'swife 17-Dec-02/3:26 PM
What on earth are you talking about? I said we are all poseurs. You are hard to swallow PAKI, but you like it that way. The world has always been ending; Carbon made always wants to be unmade. He'll kick your ass, I wouldn't if I we're you. I don't want to watch, and you don't want me to hold you. You've forgotten how to learn. Your whispers carry a heavy debt, like mustard gas.




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