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Feb 2013
ever since he was born
it was hot on his heels
pheromones lining cosmic nostrils
the sick smell of fear
he keeps on running
because he isn't getting more
and ever since he was born
the candle has been burning
and the wax drips onto the bottle
sealing him in a sea of suffocation
and restless frenetic vibrations
time always just one step behind
and leaps and bounds ahead
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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