A scale of operation
a skate park
a garden of eden
in my left hand
an eolian harp
my hans arp
a clean slate
in late 2003
a time slot
an open flame
from a cone
and one tone control
a
unlimited
instability
and a magnetic dip
like a clip of my pen
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