Gnats gather. Air allows. The more I read, and where, the more sure I am I don't want to go there; and so I remain inside this dumpster. Aromas argue. Ghost guards. tg00004
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- brian (baj) salchert
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Can you hear me in there? Without exaggeration, I’ve read this poem at least twenty times now. And I’m beginning to wonder which of us is inside and which of us is out.
Yes, and I might be
inside out, but actually
I believe each of us is
both inside and outside.
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