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Apr 2016
poor and tardy ; i'm broken from birth
with a criminal blade of nothingness
concealed about my person
i'm an untreated thing

i'm growing from there
i'm gnawing at life
it's increasingly undemanding
as I still it by my side as a 'not a friend'
indifferent
impermanent
and, all the more, reassuring for it.
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
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   Bek Blanchard
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