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Jul 2015
To be dead is to be cold
still
unmoving
I am not dead
fluid
Full of motion
restless
I am a pen
on a screen
filled with words
made to sheen
it doesnt matter
  if my words lean
   it doesnt matter
    if my words  scream
     i am only dead
when i admit it
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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