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A space

Through, through—
  I walk the river space,
  a thousand colors masked as trees;

  smoke climbs the ladder
  past my head,
  draws the snake
  up
  handed through the air;

  Through, through—
  a thought becomes a dream
  a thousand men masked as trees,

  Through oil and metal,
  concrete ponds,
  She swims so fast so hard—
  through
  too much to me.

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Written February 8th, 2005

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  • JellyBean
    March 7, 2005
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    I like this one to babe good work
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