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There I cease, To cease, Being you For myself I are a poet... A slave to freedom. Desperately quiet. Oh, death of desire Breadth of exhaustion. The heaven of your ideas Tattoos itself, Image upon image, Ying mates Yang Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 10:41 AM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 10
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"There I cease, ..."