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NONFIGURATIVELY ME the day of the post mortem trying to piece you together a deckle-edged tumour slid into the picture…sad small maple black coffin of terror roulette wheels babe-- able to pull my own spills on anything -- a hotel lobby then corridors collective doors where knockers look like miniature knights of shining armor hanging swordless only so far one can go on Islands of pleasure one mile long—Friday nights are days off remaining six consist of eight closet hours of time—outside castle walls predictable daily menus new version of the same poem an opening stanza standing alone to mess with closed minds Non-figura-tively me © Kim van Breda—18 October 2015

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Date: 10/20/2015 4:38:00 AM
A very beautiful and an eloquent piece. I love the flow of your write, it was excellently conveyed.........A.M.
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Date: 10/19/2015 1:56:00 PM
Excellent piece of writing Kim wishing you a blessed week
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Kim van Breda
Date: 10/19/2015 4:52:00 PM
Thanks Liam.. appreciate the feedback and encouragement-- a blessed week to you too ~~X~~
Date: 10/18/2015 8:19:00 PM
and here you go just words if you tell me as a yellow ball I throw on the insist of a dog chasing it and not on ski but the sky to build a cloud or two and here we fly skating the flies the fleas and free for all and not a racket to pass the net but play tennis
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