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Jul 2017
prairies with kisses as flowers

immersed with beauty and intelligence I can't attend

(walking down my mind with a knife)

inflicted my pain with nothing to gain but rope marks that expressed my veins all sides of my neck


(nothing to think in my gym this morning)

in my mind is a clock that ticks beyond the conception of time

(letting go of possessions) to regain my worth that was once worth about
   one



dime..
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
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