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Aug 2016
Dead people walking
       all over the place
An element of drowning
       riven on their face.
Ears of alabaster
       eyes that ne'er do roam
Starving i devotion
       head to rim with foam
From culture's random habits
       Pavlov busyness
God to limbs and voices
       we servants of duress.
the matrix
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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