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Life,1
DG (9/19/1963 / )

Life,1

when the light hit the wire,
the wire became a fist.
when the wire became a fist,
the wire had to go.
when the wire had to go,
the fist lost its grip.
when the fist lost its grip,
the grip lost its soul.

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DAVID...QUITE IMMAGINATIVE...YOUR MIND IS IN PERPETUAL PROCESSING MODE FOR UNIQUE VERBAGE....TIGHT MIND=TIGHT WORK=10!