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Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth
Saturday, June 25, 2011
is silence
destructive art?
if you scrape
words off signs
sticking, black
triangles to fingers
if you cut
deep into earth
piles next to
your mines
and death is
no cure for life
but draws its lines
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