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Mar 2018
I no longer have words
for a while, It felt as though words passed through me,
acting as a filter between

the ether and the real.
like electricity through a wire,
water through leaded pipes.

now I feel like an empty vessel.
a dead wire
a dry well.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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