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Dec 2017
I stretch my fingers as far as I can,
To try and rip them from my hand,
My blackened skin crumbling off decomposing,
Turn red, to sage, to aubergine,
Disjoined ill finish my joint inspection
John-Paul Richard
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John-Paul Richard  USA
(USA)   
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