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Jul 2013
a new flag parked into the moon
a knife parked into the neck
the way eye-***** dart when stimulated
life poured out from the body where the
world creeps, away, into its own place
and the names we have been given
go.
René Mutumé
Written by
René Mutumé  London
(London)   
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   Faith
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