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Nov 2010
touching the tips of my fingers to my thumb
one by one
and deliberately
each connection making a small sound
and gradually they grow into a cacophony
of screams and scrapes
and i continue to feed the sound
holding it high above my head
letting it echo across this floaty wastedscape
with the tune at my fingertips
I command I am....a....me
thats right
listen to me
haha
listen
its blowing my mind how me i am
c.
Zachary Devitt
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Zachary Devitt
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