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--- D A L E S M I T H I've looked through many books holding names close that I might see by some weird chant of them through to me, the wired root, divisible still. Such as I enter by purchase deracinated-- The push does come to shove, to see as I can, the dizzy black bird heights. No mystery. Work at words. Smithing. The daily act of my common name. |
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