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THE PLAIN TRUTH==we drifted through it, day a new war crime, every day a flower sat down together and wrote it in one room,and then sat down in a different room, TITLE= what gestures make sense while tiny bodies fall? what context? what broken melody?and then a tally and a date to mark a point on the line, the negative process, the growing sun setting above beds of ashwhile we sat together, old world order barely pretended to new century will be crueler is give a .
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