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Dec 2013
Sometimes I can feel nothing at all
Except the time washing over me
Taunting me with its assurance
Taunting me with its infinity
Making a fool of me
And I find it strange
To be anything at all.
Esme Stumborg
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Esme Stumborg  Vancouver, B.C
(Vancouver, B.C)   
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