the woman with the cock-eyed is staring at me . . . or is she?
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more than ever i have become the theatre
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it's hardly the time to notice these things
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6/14/11
a million suns burning
and dying
inside your body
you hold your belly
to touch the bottom
of your breath
as you put
out i'm imagining
its whirlwind fueling
the chaos-rip on
the inside that burns you
on the outside
your smile is a mystery
the eyes that clench throat
