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Jun 2015
i inject my mind into my pen.
as the tip scraps along the surface,
the friction drains my sense, molecule by molecule,
until it is blank. not just a lack of ideas, but
no anything at all:

sans words, sans lines, sans spaces.
Pierre Lien
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Pierre Lien
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