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wringing cloudy
water from green rags
in brown buckets, sunim's
gentle voice echoes in my
mind's ear, reminding
me that i'm missing this chance
to awaken with the coarse wet fabric
between my fingers.
leaving no time to assign
emotion, i keep moving with the
noises, with the heat, with
the pervasive stillness
of all this.
water from green rags
in brown buckets, sunim's
gentle voice echoes in my
mind's ear, reminding
me that i'm missing this chance
to awaken with the coarse wet fabric
between my fingers.
leaving no time to assign
emotion, i keep moving with the
noises, with the heat, with
the pervasive stillness
of all this.
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here is a flapping for you
and a flap for me.
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yes! yes! flap that potato wing!
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