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May 2018
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397 samples of man,
I need to let them in.
397 whiffs of stupor,
Behind the door,
An arctic nursery.
397 beads of dread.
I will be suspended in bed.
397 needles till dawn.
Will they hold on?
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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