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Oct 2013
cracking the knuckles

and the sound of the lion horde appears,

cracking the back and feeling warm.


I can’t sleep tonight,

it seems sleep doesn’t need me,

and I feel sad or warmth.

only the sadness reaches deeply inside

at night and that the lion horde

sounds in the head disappear.


waking up with a sick stomach,

waking up with heartburn,

a ****** dry nose.

coughing the black out the lungs.


I can’t see.

Numb babies touch me,

oh heaven where are you?
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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