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Jun 2018
An inner page
frayed but full to four edges with marginalised annotations leaving nothing unsaid over the bleeding watermark shouting its insistence that nothing is ever finished only paused pending further inspiration from yet unheard whispers from beyond the perimeters of this captured inner rage.
Still using paper to edit, still scribbling.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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