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Jan 2021
Plastic sarcophagus aspect
of the breathing machine -
feed it broken foam
to make me free.
Paper sound lung,
a landscape of coral,  
tape the needle down -
we don't get many kids here.
My blood wandered
to another face -
my chest a kennel.
What's yours is
never wholly yours.
Deep revision of an old poem
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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