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Oct 2013
file me away,
till dusty, till the drawer
squeaks, and won't close.

collecting archeology,
no place for me, out
of time, like us (were)

back wrecked and filed
with matching spine,
few papers to yellow.

catch me Sunday.
what'd you forget?
you no boxer yet.

file me away,
a pencil you forgot
to finish chewin'.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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