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May 2017
i close my eyes and i am
adhered to the inner wall
of a black glass marble
spinning on its axis
diagonally
disorientation
no center, no point of reference
feel the things inside
an oddly heavy mass
sense its presence
as you watch the marble
spinning
ro ta ting within
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olive
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olive  north america
(north america)   
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   Akemi
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