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Skin wrinkled up close we are always old Bearings bitten Joined joints ligaments and blood Nerve endings and spark plugs A brain is no battery but a chip. No. A soul knotted pink Burried in bone Floating in red magic It speaks! How impossible and yet we easily accept The unreal realities of existence How awkward we live. April 2008 Shawn Elliot
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