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Jul 2017
r
where was it that i saw a catfish hanging
drying

where was it that i dug beneath the silt and found
bones
rusted metal
broken glass

my memories are abscesses;
from what depths do they come?

my memories are experiments in rage,
salutations to the sun,
the axis of the earth                              and they

ground me,
lie for me
allow me to believe in resolution, restitution

other words beginning with r
Lizz Hunt
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Lizz Hunt  23/F/Sydney, Aus
(23/F/Sydney, Aus)   
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