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We are in the City Again
Paris. Miami. Kinshasa. Imbedded. Another version of my death. A caravan dweller. The aura of spiritual elevation. White long fingers. Black oily hair. Bison tallow. Blackfeet. Crow. My shirt is wide open. Fushia hued. Died an almond paste Green Take me for a dwola. Keep your ear to the ground.
(d'après le roman de
Jean Lamore
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