ursprache
sometimes the words escape me
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4.23.2012
poems on paper cups
I think poems should be printed on paper coffee cups. I like to think of them being read early in the morning when the mind is fresh. A brown stain running down the side through the lines. Seeing them rolling about half-crushed along the curb.
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