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Jul 2017
today I did nothing only
    stamped down tears
          dropped naked
trusted hand’s slow
     planned present enmity
drove a pair of strapping green centipedes
    bursted into death
broke my home into several
     scrapped subjects
wondered how are you
           refused
James Cooper
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James Cooper  34/Brooklyn
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