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Saturday, May 9, 2015

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Rhonda Boocock
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      • reality or illusion...
      • empty
      • one eye on the streets
      • Empty canvas
      • To every man
      • Stone by stone
      • Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I...
      • petrified
      • looking for evidence
      • go to gate
      • memories
      • do not look for me
      • gender study
      • The waiting is the hardest part
      • Rocinante is my horse's name
      • the objective reality of time and space
      • "God will strike you, you whitewashed wall!
      • "I used to think that I'll be able to fly one day."
      • the real world
      • no direction
      • Desolation
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