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Aureate life:  she had no soil as yet
and her rinsers only scattered her

about.  @netsym and lunar ice songs
drift through her runstreams, crashing

in Bogota, in Wichita Falls, and in
other dreams where she awakes laughing.

She could boast.  She could cruel and
laugh hardly and alter scan droll opponents.

She could boast incognito:  in bars
men bought her yellow drinks and sang

salty songs of praise.  It was so typical
she found it pleasing.  Love was insurgent.

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