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BLANK blank face blank stare blank wall blank fear white glare I disappear man at my back 100’s in my hair a 1000 peg legs I disappear receptions polite desk not all knives are in museums behind glass shaped like a deckchair I disappear first ripples in the marble façade tame bird in hand wristbark notched six times I disappear past nude whiteblue beaches flockflooded esplanades into chill lensed telescopes I disappear blank face blank stare blank wall blank fear white glare drowning in my sea again I disappear © Kim van Breda—15 January 2016

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Date: 1/16/2016 5:44:00 PM
No wait, come back Kim! Fascinating piece as expected, great use of repetition.
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Date: 1/16/2016 5:26:00 PM
I can't see you but I definitely hear what you're saying and you said it well.
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