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Oct 2015
. a worn light bulb solemnly swings from a tattered, tethered string.
electricity snapping and sizzling as sparks stir onto the surging water beneath.
. i am the battery run dry. i am the conscious comatose.
the balloon between my ears floats & depresses at will;

swelling and swirling.
Written by
tjc
359
   --- and RH 78
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