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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

wood ye cooed paydawn



As if Words
held Title to City
by Love Divested

our soil
bodysoul
swells Banks Inverted

Snow Endows
mountain,
clearing Makes Way

Blot God
wood ye cooed
sun River feeds Sea Time

leave Words
Paper Shop Bags
eat Truth local sprung

as When
Love nurtured
Paid On, not "off"

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