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Jul 19, 2005 21:12

last week:
quit my job.
it felt awesome.
green stains in my black pants
painted grains across my swollen feet.
fall to free
fly.
everything has a sail
a compass to will.
the city my cell
a quaint home
another bill.
everything for sale.
i'm leaving
a pale bail.

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little place arc_semiarc August 1 2005, 16:18:49 UTC
a little place where fire crawls, fuming, leaving burnt buildings, several key items. world's finger beckons near, 2 feet to travel.

I am very proud of you (I think you knew that already). buck up for educational adventures, further opening of iris. as brave as ever.

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