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Jan 2019
Pieces of me
lie mistaken,
disassociate,
as I'm breaking.
Identify.
Its come to life.
Its come to life.
Where i once died.

The anchor ran
a passerby
to dead letters
and two young eyes
condensation
a bloom in pause
effervescent
to a just god.

The anchor ran
a passerby
to dead letters
and two young eyes
condensation
a bloom in pause
effervescent
to a just god.

And the system
is forgetting
and forgotten
as the cost is.

And the system
is forgetting
and forgotten
as the cost is.
This is about the Da Vinci Code which is from Shakespeare.  Its ancient scuba divers in animal skin air bubbles driving bolts into the hull of a ship and sinking it with a hidden anchor.... (pulling letters)
Matt Sol
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     --- and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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