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September
Poems
Feb 2015
90 minutes until Seattle
You call me a sinner but I am sure I am a saintβ
My body is a temple and I will let you worship it.
Fibonacci was wrong:
the only fingerprint that God left
is on the corner of my thigh.
βand it has nothing to do with numbers.
I leave for Seattle today.
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Victoria, BC
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