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I study the ache that falls from your fingertips, swim in the crest of your delusions, and quarrel with the demons you’ve created. Right along side of you. I hear the shake between your bones, that nervousness you try to hide with wobbly laughter. You spill unto me, as the gait of your verse stumbles up my spine; retinas wince under the weight of every word. Nothing has ever been so hard to read, but I cannot look away from you. We’ll get through this, together. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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