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From the Lime Green, Cardboard Brown, Little Blue, and Napkin Notes

09 November, 2008

Collaborations

--COLLABORATIONS-- 6/25/08 & 7/1/08

The room is quiet
besides the machines
The machines are snoring
or clocked in weilding
hammers and building
towers and painting
hallways and paving
highways and.

My thumb presses the crevise
Or the soft spot in the corner of my wrist
Yes, there's a pulse
Yes, my heart in speaking and
telling me I am infact, alive
Posted by Michael J. Romano at 11:56:00 AM
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