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O, Weak PlightOn the road (alone, whatotherway couldtherebe!?), But there's the zen gentleness in moving through the night Toward that insatiable perfection.O, Weak Plight
Bulbous purr warm night wind pour into my ears.
A welcome in the darkness And the billion little lights Clear, perfect and unattainable... --But what is this stuff That is our space?
Lets not stop the wind... And spitting up the colour of earth, My nose starts to bleed Wisdom, a sage, green blood Warm wet my warm lip warm The recent salted flavour Of the womb. I miss it! I drink and dri
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