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March 25 2003 at 2:27 AM
blotter prose 

 

this night no more
not me
dead
done
not this time

torched the corpse
droped into the waters still with life
currents have it now

down round
under the docks
Artificial substance streams in through tides from street top mechanic canopy shine
wake
rain ripples the waves above

below it ends

 
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