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10 September 2013

new moon waxing

reels after endless reels of my memory. 
there you slither in and out.
i get febrile. below zero. 

gracefully. when it suits me.

still..
i am.
the organ grinder.
the ring master.
i still hold the whip.
i can help
summon your demons
effortlessly. please let me.

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