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Thursday, 11 July 2013
OUR BREATH IS NOT NEW
our discoveries stand in old old footsteps stamped into ice and our breath is not new - it came out in clouds before the old horned lizards cracked their eggs and mammals were made as slaves from dew and stardust our old breath is with arrogant and sick from invisible cables that tie our mother and confuse her bees and now we make particles cheat their rules and catch them on a concrete wall of xray film in paris BEFORE they leave sweden
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