Saturday, May 13, 2006
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dream walk streets home through slush
first winter foresee months like this feel
screwy pleasure prospect almost enjoy
cold water shoe think Johnny back Europe
call him eager shiny cellphone his number
what just now talking to him all the time
doing play no he is dead gone years ashes
absorbed Mother Ganges thanks Fleming
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