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Still Lifes of a Dead Horse
(i don't know what it means, either)
8.14.2013
#35
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
spidery tendrils of ethanol
creeping through the folds
steamrolling my synapses into
a mobius strip of thought
inescapable
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