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Dec 2016
connections filamentary tendrilled
spiderey web tied to umbilical cords
never severed, snot faced dripping back of hand wiping
sniffing, ***** training failures/
can't find me mouth eating habits and a bunch of whining;
like time goes
in a circle, or a series of concentric circles
once expanding
now contracting
back to where futures bounty is unknown
and unexpected, diapers and caretakers
slobbering and gibberish,
**** how soon it happens.
We seem to grow back to where we came.
wordvango
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