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Dust Modulation

1) Writing
played writing
the leaves of
each poem
slicing light
turns on lock
language
no bear or
antelope 
further than
setting
a language
swilling 

2) drastic in Political
Action nation
colliding
with people
who are children
and children or people
figure the Syria mind
and just a color
about leaf down
on the sidewalk

3) sample density with
the look of green
blue trees dining
forever in the
saturated soil

now we are people
with the problem
and the problem now
by owner
whenever

4) making palms for
further use in the
light of this
autumn sort of
casting across colors
of nations of
people with shoes
just an
abbreviation

of all bad news

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