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18.4.05

woander

woander in this body


a fiction of reprieves and glance




She wonder
he wonder.

is that the thing??

what then this abandon

ment?



Abaddon. I cannot speak any


more.




deaf tongue


mute ear.



dead sex



worn


body


.

her lamp is a shade



I m



seeking.




I


m





dead





from



not.




yes eyes out



scald.


shes no idea





how much I suffer.







penal


penalty



punish



-ed




me








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Posted by Clifford Duffy at 18.4.05

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