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May 2017
It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.

With upturned
snout, the asp, enters
the hole.

Emptiness
fills the gaps. Somewhere
words join. Become a sentence.
Written by
Satsih Verma
163
   --- and JS Clark
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