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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

streamers and perfume

backwards feathers on 
macaws 
make nonsense 
slip through the creases
and the 
trains near the city
are going nowhere
while i 
can't help but feel 
like a fool. 

Posted by chow at 4:13 PM

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