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Sep 2019
tap
We treadmill experience
through the repetition of act
and retapping of memory

We loot from ourselves
trying to obtain
a moment absent from the self

We put essence to exhaustion
and wind ourselves ground

We have moulded a depression

Since WE have achieved this
surely
WE can muster an opposing goal ?
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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