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June 30, 2018

if the sea           peace on your skull

blue green            moss for the temple 

white would              a smoke sacrifices sweetly    

ever give her               reason returns to brain O Athena     

groves of bones              grab your tools and biggest pallette

back to us it would             the world is turning in mid air turning

be a flower of blackest           flowers golden roses lilies tulips daisy

light like spaces surrounding      seeds spores bracts  whirlygigs

the words we use to enchant one     all petals blossoms moss

the other                                                 for your headache

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