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Oct 2013
taking time captive,
my future tightens
his hand on his own
throat. he acts like a
mother after birth.
i learn to follow steps
once pressed into me,
now fading out.
got my future in my hands, you know.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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