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the fall, o o sleeping with the dictionary then the snow, o falls like pages if i could if i would if you asked me any questions blooming from my head the sun with its dry definition even so, o o the world i know is full of holes we woke, o o in an ocean on the tv walked slow, o across the papery sand melting through, wet feet glued faces locked in two dimensions bound up by 4 sides of our conceits & self-inventions even so the world i know is full of holes the world i know is full of cracks & that's where my beloveds go dangling their paperbacks From Letras Mania