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Mar 2015
Heaved in the spoon of sugar,
your grains fall off and on
to the greasy kitchen table top.
And people never bother to ask
why you’ve been unreachable
when all of you crawls at the nothingness
of the unseen.
quick draft
jacky
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   Marinela Abarca and CapsLock
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