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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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My flesh lies on the grave of my mattress, I think death might not be much different, Existence has become claustrophobic, My skills are being still and of slight breath, I avoid many things I want, I guess I've been dead for a long time, Maybe my whole life's been mere practice. |
