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May 2018
This October day of corpulent rain
rain that ran lively down cracks of sill
Into a draft filled damp frame
ill-lit room potted in arbitrary holes
floorboards ripped up worn as old flames.

The crevis in the corner
for a stink and stained mattress
stuck with pins to soften the pain
The coroner mapped his route.
Written by
John Jack
171
   Dustin Dean
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