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11/13/10

this.

A still pond forgets itself,
the ripples remind.

Posted by absurdsense at 11/13/2010 02:33:00 AM

Labels: poetry... yuck

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absurdsenseNovember 13, 2010 at 2:34 AM
Some more minimalism before a massive word bombardment.
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