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Monday, January 31, 2011

comin' live

being becomes night first
with a great downpour of light
-instantly dearest- to everyone
in the starless ship
incoming rain and sea splashes
the black pirate flag waves byebye
on the grinning crew -always ready-
to fly into that mist of sunburst
within the fixed brain
and blow the faint of time
dead on its birthday

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