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Jun 2015
That friend of mine
just keeps on tapping-
out the milliseconds;
I don't know why-
Or how the name
Death Watch Beetle
came to be.
Maybe I am being watched
- an intrusion of all fantasies
the first surveillance
- tapping in to the short
-ness of dreams.
Written by
nivek
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