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Nocturnal Churning
2.6.07
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night birds-
why can't they sleep?
crying out from certain stillness,
they urge the hot winds: stir,
we call your clouds to weep.
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the other half is always right
catch 25
some firemen maybe
you're really soft
sharpening stone
who are they?
i want to fight you
we are hunters
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the spider's web:
ansa
an art therapy masters candidate at pratt institute with a strong draw toward eco-psychology.
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