Tuesday, May 27, 2003
I go jutted
I go jutted
It measures by the summits
the rock, which had the whole,
my hand with the strict feeling of the furrows
was worked this within one time,
The sand of rock is
that which the race maintains,
which was lost at long range
I find the same,
that I have gravesite perseverence
I reach the wave,
in order to only state
that it was not real there
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