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Thursday, January 18, 2007

last row

did i ever
in the last
just staring
at the
ceiling of
noahs ark
or noticing
what art
is window hung?
why is green
cloth hanging
behind the
billion foot cross,
i can't remember
what the colors mean.
the last row
muffling church
sounds i got lost in,
this morning.

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