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Aug 2013
I’m cutting out the fat,
and its leaving so much
unused tissue.

Sinewy fragments ripped from what was once apart of me,
walk around the ground as a completely
different entity.

Its starting to really scare me
how distance can be easy.

How it is the light from here to there,
yet the horizon on the ocean.

It’s a summer breeze with nothing to say.
Lorne H
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