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So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen
Cubicled into feeding trays
Choking on 19th century linguistics
A glue stick sphinx recites banal riddles on a cement floor
Amid revolution hanging on the lobes of my ears
I can’t pull my gaze away from the pain
But I hear a sniffle
Last edited by pixiesfanyo; 03-28-2006 at 10:28 PM.
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