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the ocean of my bloodline calls out to me
from the sinew of my scars

we walk, strangers on parallel shores


the cigarette butts have been rubbed out all over my inner thigh

a flash there

another here

the platinum shackles on my ears and hand
betray my animosity

- this is no social call
a delusion of stagnancy
the light changes,
i change

camouflage remains my speciality




(Out-take for want)

— The End —