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Apr 8
I decided
to remove myself
from the race
and no longer identify
as a piece of meat
in a meat market
but as a quivering bowl
of Jell-O—
orange-flavoured
in aisle 7
bottom shelf.
November Sky
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November Sky  55/M/Canada
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