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May 18, 2005 13:01

My cane is acrylic, my
cane is origami, avenging me
aproximate fold inside
the creases and crosses of
Ts, double double. Along
lines, lead, blue and
red, myself abriged sleeps
like a dime novel hero,
defiled, in a three ring
binder, weak against the
publisher and my brand
new histories.
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