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"our lines lay each at our feet --
they marry and depart"

i only write at night
when no one's watching
speaking
or moving, just
silent sickening patients
cadavres ready
for my eyes to split theirs
like canopies - and spill each
through my fingers
parallel rivers

john
vander
slice

March April May


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three things i will not do this year

-mourn
-believe anything i'm told
-wait

fear fear fear fear FEAR FEAR FEAR

FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR

i retired with 495,000 as an artist

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beating a dead horse.

"that's about as sexy as cottage cheese"