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May 2018
this town is a skin

I thought I shed

like a snake

in the grass.


But sitting above

my old haunts

as if a vault

of old remembrances

dipped in a soft coat

of nostalgia

has made me find

it is much deeper than that:

it still sits in my

muscles, my irises,

and burrows

down

into

my

bones.
Written May 7th, 2018
in Powell River, BC, Canada.
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softcomponent  26/M/Victoria, BC
(26/M/Victoria, BC)   
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     Jamadhi Verse
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