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When I return to the places I lived There is a sink that tends to be soul felt Its just a wall, a room, paper, some wood I want to tear down paint, paper, to studs Even the studs, could be shredded - exposed There is nothing below but more sameness My bones are just, eyes and heart are, objects During disect-tations, we did the same We ripped until organs were mixed pieces We cut brazen looking for what? something An eye, beaut’ful, wet soft, there is ne’re more Looking for the subject in the object Looking for the pain, love, a house no home To be studs, paint, paper, instead of I am  A thing, ‘stead of The Thing rips me apart I am I am I am I am I am Please don't pull me from this body of mine It fails and falls, but it is all, all all.

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