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Jul 2018
To those who ask him but see his face is a gleam of glimmering glow.
He has spoken his peace yet standing in the promises of mother.
His pain is his weakness
His eyes are his hopes.
He is yet in that somber lonely death.
Shift in the sense of the grotesque from the creator to the created
I am him.
Reason with the beast that lies within the promise of grandfather is this.
John Yuri Yasmirakov
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John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
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