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willows, ice, minnows, no money.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

like the rhythm of prayer, this call
& response - smallest of alphabets reducing
syllables to ashes in our throats. we learn to
speak the tongues of the blessed, to pass
sacred vowels from open mouth to open mouth.
Posted by matti. at 1:22 PM No comments:
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