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May 2014
I wander through my own carcass
putting duct tape on every corner,
caution signs on the slippery bits,
and stitching every opening,
even those that should remain open.

I can't tell what's whole
or what's shattered
or what's cracked,
I have no idea what's broken inside me,
so I'm trying to fix everything,
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   Latiaaa, Shang, Mary, G H Goodland and ---
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