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Sunday, February 3, 2013

13/31

Walk those lines like a towpath
to the river that washed my sins. Didn’t we have a time when we rubbed mud on them?
Not all, just the ones that burn with air.

Bang those woodblocks, get a rhythm.
How many times did the mountains fall down?
Posted by erica at 11:21 AM

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