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Lithography
It starts at Highland
in the parking lot
you beating their brains
with your brain.
Old Mill Rd The, West End, West 7th Street,
meth house will blow
up
what gets us out,
yellow bus.
You’ve gone back in
The trail has become
a trailer
you trashed.
Make a list to live.
Out West
there is Chief Seattle
nine avenues
seagulls.
Posted 01/22/11
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I like this. Intriguing.
Robert Mueller
01/29/11 12:42pm