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Jul 2020
gone blank
blank gone
one crank
crank one

varicose vein
upon me ankle
was i vain
rankles

i dreamed a
way
without
reflections

your man
looked in the
pond
but reversed

the only use
for a mirror
casting
hex

pin pricking
the universe
and joining
hands

she said,
i experience
i dreams
love fed

do not f a friend
soon be dead
son and daughter
love weaned

love giving
proud
volume
loud

(i write
crap
when
blank

something
tap
well
hell..)
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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