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Aug 2010
Look!
Here's a body speaking
some clues to answers sprung
from a tired and exhausted mind.

Just watch the rippling apple in the throat
contort the face and tear the lips apart.

Picture to yourself
in a single moment's breath
the pounding voice in the head
sledgehammering them shut again
till they take the appearance
of a fist gripping itself
in the teeth of it's piercing pain.
Written by
john oconnell
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