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Nov 2018
My,
my, my,
what am I doing?

By staying alive,
they're not losing,

but what am I proving,
for myself?

Don't
get me
wrong, I'm not crying --

but objectively,
my fingerprints

remain ever obscure,
don't they?

Digital: I'm a ghost. Lo - Pro.
Analog: I'm not. . .

really present.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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       JaxSpade, Yann, Bexis and Weeping willow
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