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April 1, 2012 vol 8 no 1

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Adam T. Bogar

The Four of Us

...seceded from paintings my love and I sank on a nearby bench next to a Buddha with no arms nor head and with minds filled with diverse sensations I indeed was incapable of uttering a single word and still while staring at ponds of locust petals outwards bursting out it came—

      by maimed B u_d ha holding hands with my Love
                                                      .welcome is madnesS