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Mar 2015
I am the autotroph
A series of chemical reactions
Every time I close my eyes
I am myself
B-bump, b-bumping through a neurological traffic jam
Ready to pop like a balloon
Smiling with faded gums I am victory
Emptiness that radiates power
But still now.
Quiet trembling and aching eyes
Don't you see my screaming bones?
Can't you hear them?
I am the autotroph
urushiol
Written by
urushiol  Newark, DE
(Newark, DE)   
521
   rsc, --- and Haydn Swan
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