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Letting go of hungry ghosts
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I had the blues, but I shook them loose.
sooner or later a bright day comes
and it digs into the cellar of the darkest hearts
that it is more rare than it is true.
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mt. st. vincent.
like a face.
the long way.
corneal damage.
I had the blues, but I shook them loose.
burial.
protection spells.
why are we stopping on this road?
your love is like
where I want to be.
1/3 of the city lives alone.
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