TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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08.18.04, wednesday afternoon
where did the poems go
walking everywhere up and down hills, through affluent neighborhoods, into supermarkets along the aisles of genetically modified vegetables and brightly colored boxes, past houses whose windows are shuttered every day of the year, through forest and among the stones of the cemetary where did the poems go not in my dark house not in my notebooks gathering dust books sleeping in their covers
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