Arlo Jacob Smith
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Thursday, November 21, 2013
Rot Sweet
Let us rot sweet like botrytis grapes.
Let us lie in the grass like snakes and awake like lions.
Let us bottle.
Let us fester.
Let us explode.
Let us remember everything that we forgot.
Let us learn nothing.
Let us learn it together.
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