none of us
is
anything
inside
the
first
emptied
moments
before
we dawn
~
~
blank
as a born baby
a
ghost of an itch
a
shadow of abyss
before
the
nonsense of clocks
Kicks
In
~
&
our
roles
unfold
truncated
on
a
knife
edge
&
i
slide there
with
the
butter
&
the
jam
letting
coffee headline
this
carnival show
from diabetes.co.uk
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