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Thursday, July 2, 2015
confession [2011]
your catatonic
colors collapsed as
a skeletal frame
into an unforgiving
relationship with the grey
warehouse floor
and no one recognized it
for what it was
as you died alive in
speckled chiaroscuro
many
months
later
during the celebrated seance
you whispered
"I'm in so much trouble"
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