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Wednesday, 11 January 2017
SENTENCES ON PAPER ARE LIKE FENCES IN SNOW (FENCENCES)
the empty page is snow i made fall it hides everything from before away and i string difficult fences tumbling fences full with holes and leaning uprights like the fish shop line on pension day across its waiting patience
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