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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

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Your daughter like silk
a touch of ecstatic from
one side of the blood

Two pennies that continually click
together in the mind

never rubbing but
pinging always
past what’s called order

Not knives of stimulation but the
touch touch touch of your life

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