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Aug 2017
the sweeping, disfigured noise
once a muddied succession of numbers (0101101, et cetera)

reconsidered

has long since made its home in a dream;
a blooming curlicue of letters (AECAAEGA, et cetera)

like the intimacy between pen pals.
like spinning plates.
i am STRUGGLING to learn this song on piano so have this instead
Jack P
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Jack P  19/M/Australia
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