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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

wild horses

i don't quite know
what to do with
a voice of different
register, resonance,
region
no reason
really i just
i just i
just don't --
no, i, no need
to back
track i do
i think i'm just
i'm just
so new.

sun-
sitting:
snow melting,
bank on the corner
of temple and
wall streaked with
gold.

CVP
Posted by Oh hey O'Hara at 1:08 PM

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