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May 2014
Hollow and awake.

The numbness of the clouds
as after a great rain,
relieves me of pain.

Like the calmness of the cattle
before slaughter.

Or the comfort of red rivers
flowing into hot water.

Ah, numbness! My friend!
We meet again!
Bobby Blues
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Bobby Blues
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