December 2011
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Oh this nested vine
Do you ever have those memories that attack when you least expect it? That make you cringe because you know something now that you didn’t then?
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Mine own thoughts of mind rewind
Atop this nested vine
Far reach they mine and mine
- and mine
And burrow
To breach the shaking marrow
A quilt of lovely bones
I am but built of bones
mine own and own and own
sewn -...
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