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Sep 2014
We choose life,
always against the grain,
taken in, savored in the mouth, then spat out with haste,
ill gotten gains, worthy sins,
blessings felt as we puke over a porcelain basin,
we are but dried out clay clinging to the potters hand.

© H V Swan
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
(Purgatory)   
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     Hilda and Shruti Chakraborty
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