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Hearing Corners
unknown

Clowns warm their
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nerves, vaguely putting
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down their oppugned
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grease, maps the
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mouths bare
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with sitting extra
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acts of rinse or birthmarks
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isolate
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as a
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smile put
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a movement blinked on thiourea, then
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drawn on; such is reality, clowns
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attempt to nurture
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by faint eolian tables,
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carefully setting
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china's awakening weight,
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attempting to interrupt
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epigenesis and winds
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by the stretches
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and the canceling
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of themselves.
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The wills of tarnish dies    irae
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bought off oaths of silence;
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clowns speak—their sound is Pooh,
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Berl Ives in falsetto, quenched
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in strophanthin faint.
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11 Feb 12


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there's some pretty words in this and i've always liked berl ives. he's hmm so brutish (or maybe that's scutish. not sure)
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