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It's all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should

be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open

scissors, a lady's
eyes—waking
centrifugal, centripetal.


Submitted by Bob

Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 10 Jan 2009 1:58 AM | Viewed: 4903 times

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