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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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