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Sep 2016
there is nothing beyond nor over
the sheets remain cold and empty
i am buried under
the tables are rotting
my knees, shivering despite the comfort
but what is comfort when everything is fabricated?
and coated in complete isolation?

(n.j.)
a poem i found from months ago
jennee
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jennee  mnl, ph
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   --- and Keith Wilson
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