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A hard life (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
From pristine shelter
into stoic virgin vastness
Travelling through
the whiteness of time
standing still.
To tunnel
into an individual world
and sit staring
jigging.
A pull.
Finger tracing
the hash marked flesh
and freedoming.
Striking
bundling
returning
To his sweet prune
and raisins
that use
Nothing more.
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