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Oct 2012
on my back in a pack are my glasses for seeing
in my hands like a sleeping child, my laptop
shoes without traction
I slip
three seconds to swing
onto my back?
or accept falling on my face?
natural selection no longer exists
therefore I choose the back
I can exist for days with visions of haze
however without my laptop
I feel I would be lost.
Written by
B Berres
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