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Feb 2018
The air in between you and him is killing you.
It cannot be from God.*

But God gave me my family
And I have been trying for years to forget that.
The air between me and them
Is the slowest death of all.

It has just finally progressed enough
That when a friend says,
“Look, if you don’t tell me you’re going to be ok, I’m going to have to call somebody,”
I laughed.

Who was he to call?

I was born alone from the beginning, nomadic blood imposed upon me.
The Willow
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   Benji James
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