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Mar 2013
Life is a skin disease, and I am the finger-nail's will pressed into scratching.
Life is the electronic vein under the skin of Juana's Salvese quien pueda.
Life is the loop of a record or the needle's point or the vinyl ridges

and I play and hear, and I see and taste and touch.

I feel light pass through my skin and am projected.
Life is the wall or the reel or the reacted film,
but I am the light.

I am the music.
I am the skin.

And I am the finger-nail's will
pressed into scratching.
Written by
StrayTurtle
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