Oct 2016
the flame
the phantom
limb
of my
informer
pain
as the upkeep
of amnesia
my arms had ears
hundreds
of baby
ears, crop
of silence…
don’t itch
what the brain
can reach
the phantom
limb
of my
informer
pain
as the upkeep
of amnesia
my arms had ears
hundreds
of baby
ears, crop
of silence…
don’t itch
what the brain
can reach
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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