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dismay (on thinking)
hank

my hands clasp around my head
 1
but i am not the thinker
 2
hunched sitting stroking even
 3
a clay beard turns to bronze
 4
maybe alchemy even gets old
 5
dropping out for a good idea
 6
so i work my way around it
 7
 
 
and then coincidence revives my lot
 8
my hands disguise my smile
 9
my hands my hands my hand is blessed
 10
but my head does hurt a lot
 11

25 Oct 06

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I liked the first part a lot, but I think it would be better if you dropped the last four lines, it seems to drag.  
However, I like the cadence of the words!
 — Artemis

nice.
 — listen

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