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May 2016
Blinding staring into a blank whirlpool
as pieces of wood stack up continuously
while your brain slowly shrinks
drifting in and out
unaware of where you are
as if time has no existence
lost falling forever and forever
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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