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Nov 2013
I killed the cat that tried to rip my ***** off with his baby claws

Moon is lit

the garbage is out

I feel dreadful and lonely
I feel smiles and laughter

Sad time changing always in the clouds the baby is crying and the mother is out of milk.

A waterfall where people have killed themselves diving down in the rocks

At 9:24 am the garbage is gone
and the next night it will already be filled
poem
prose
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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