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age
age takes over your body
and you can find it echoing through you
with a thick, thin humid air
it holds a smell, a sort of mildew scent
it perforates your intestines
and gives you brown moon skin
that is age
your eyes lack the shade
they were made with
and you always wonder about fat
i go back to my youth
there were picnics in the bathrooms
the tambourines were always in tune






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Parce que moi je rève, moi je ne suis pas.
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Parce que moi je rève, moi je ne suis pas.
My Website | Québec
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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Pote is to poet as pome is to poem.
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