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Apr 2014
I don’t mess around
and we know
we’ve put a lot of
love and damage
in each other

I play the act of
the unknown
genius
someone who
puts words
into the blender
and makes art

a bed will
carry
*** and death
around
until it breaks

most people are
broken people
watching other people
that can beat it all
and live again
they have the secret
but really there is no secret
prose
John Beetle
Written by
John Beetle  London On
(London On)   
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