It was not philanthropy.
I am interrupted daily. Surreal emotion
takes over. Trying to synchronize.
Man to man to become
human, inhaling pain, drinking moon-
light. Fever is coming down.
Pungent smell. I think
to do something. Clay ripens very
fast. Not responsible for killing light.
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Author:
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