remember
observe
return
control
reburn
rehold
rehab
we sold
refab
ricate
describe
relate
too late
soon fate will take its cake that it wont bake and it wont save but it will savor our fading failure and repossess festering funnels of
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Break
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in thought
in time
but unpublished still
around around the wheel
and grinded finer still
the train jumped the track thinking it could fly but only its smokestacks could ever kiss the sky...
ONE NOVEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE
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