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Mar 2013
A skeleton made from rusty locks
assembling himself
from out of a wet cardboard box
making his left shoulder too high
his knees metallic grind as
he walks to find his key
that copies itself with each
second taking on imperfections,
changing into infinity
Anomalous Anonymous
Written by
Anomalous Anonymous  England
(England)   
688
   Taylor St Onge and Gary Muir
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