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Oct 2014
function -- can't function
pardon me and words and eyes and my whole
world disintegrates and then just stays

waiting around me and my bedside
to gain affections or the attentions
of someone who knows nothing and is easy

to attach themselves to or with or inside them
manner exist, sure, but as what
as time or inches or abject qualities
Feeling Real
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