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Jun 2013
dark o’ clock.

windows shut, interior sounds

fluff and meanderings.



inevitable clock ticking,

literal conciousness.



freedom spent a while,

another brief imprisonment,

hunger strike, maledictus.



it all descends back into bing translations.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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