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a delay tactic is such
four corners of the universe & round room,
no shadow; shows
the letterbox more for what it aint-
am i feeling sociable today
pick up someone elses paper
from the tray; not
an end or a beginning but a line
a song you sing when nothing comes,
nothing else, take
this bad news away
if i could call this anything,
the long snow wipes across the fore:
a soft locution
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