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Apr 2015
Stitch these angry limbs
Before they lead us to ruin
Disengage the dancing mind
Like secrets in an empty room

The mask is coming off
Peeling air like a spinning top
Cut the cord of certainty
Till the cold wind rushes in

You hurt yourself again
Trying to dig deeper
To implode and expand
Like the universe’s keeper
Lucy Tonic
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