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Oct 2017
I have too few arms for extra hands that I got danglin' off big cliffs,
that betray the anxiety of pulling ends that block holes in hard stiffs
I got too few muscular arms for injured hands that dangle off cliffs,
5 putrefying, worm-eaten, long-past-rigid rigor mortis, lifeless stiffs
π“’π˜‚π˜‡π’š π˜½π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ™£π™¨π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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