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Monday, March 01, 2004

ragpicker reverie
dawn has driven a wedge into my heart
the early morning rays ravage my skin
i like it better in the shadows
with the shades drawn and my soul kept

the streets are bare
i stop to pick up a newspaper and a coke can
not to be consumed but to be sold
for whiffs of glue till i turn blue

darkness creeps and delivers me a phantasmic vacation

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