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Sleeping Consciousness

the dry river a sand path now my tears frozen the remnants of our blee- ding hearts meat for vultures soon they spit on our burnt face- s with sophisticated re- gards culminating in sacred erections ni- ght dreams tramp- le upon my sleep- ing consiousness

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