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Sep 2021
[If I were a house, I am not a house / No more.] am I in order (like bricks being a wall) but disordered, like a pile (of bricks after the fall) / All whom I'd within me are already passed//past my vacant chaos grows now [only g( )***: blades of broken wi( )dows, which sadly did not last.]
Norman Crane
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Norman Crane  Canada
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