2.8.09

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Headache...
Tongues of mute spitting, lighting up euripidean one-eyed pictures on the wall...
Headaching the table with her very hands...
Whereupon rain I cry, pry, my...
Gunja of eternal gratitude...
Blue squares...
Bleu squares...
Squaring bluexity...
About nothing I am. Salt-cellaring thy notes of rye.

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