Pluviculture
Sundin Richards

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Everybody
in the buffet
is unhappy
except me
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Outside senses
washed out white
a cat on a branch
in a song
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Bringing tranquility
to this troubled pen
insula the Friend
snipers away
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Spin spun the door
is blooded so I stay
away it�s not mine
peeking
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through clouds
that look like clouds
anybody leaves anything�
Saint Valentinitus

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