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May 2014
so the dance has come to rest
your world locked inside some chest
the key is hidden
as always

in the place where you hide all things

the tomb of being you
the nails you bought
the coffin you're constructing
just so your own body can fit

how does the story end?
you wait
half-smiling

inexplicably and without method
more notes on self-destruction.
Elijah Almond
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Elijah Almond  CA
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   JSL, Emma Pickwick and ---
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