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[aid] => mick
[title] => the holy fool
[time] => 2016-04-12 10:45:00
[hometext] => It is a fool who thinks he cannot be fooled.~Joey Skaggs
[bodytext] => smiled like winter
with a low-slung halo
and well bruised by the world
risky work, life
and some things stay secret
even when told
and there/'/s over a hundred ways
to unpack silence
hidden under the pillow
a small moon
changing
the push and pull
with the darkness
as a curtain and
the walls are bones
and taking my soul-print
with it, a quiet delete
a mute scream
where time creeped
and turned
things hollow.
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