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--- M A R E K   L U G O W S K I

each girl has an en face face
and these face on faces are blending
sending memories to wash up and over the top
on my strand -- as if swarming
candy-fed zoo gibbons through the wires
anonymous in one lump sum to us yet each lovingly
identifiable to their ponytailed blonde keeper

i do not know where this song is going but i am going where the orange sun is going

yes under its nameplate shield the field tomb of the unknown number it says there longingly questingly -- ouest a word i picked up near toronto near montreal near ottawa -- and never ever let go.

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