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Jul 2019
drinking an absolute, he drips and seethes
what once might have been has only been until now

no longer an absolute

little steps by little feet in this aching echo of a place

never was an absolute

i ate it all before he came up and pawed at me, always rubbing the wrong way somehow

i could still be the fly in the cathedral, a tiny buzz in a world of echo
soak
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soak  23/torontoish
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       ---, Antigone Awkward, BLT, --- and BR Dragos
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