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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

Painful gaps

Fill my life

Stand in line behind me

They smart

Ache and throb

Throw stones at the back of my head

And generally carry on

Part of me wishes

That one of those throws

Be the death of me

And strike me down to all fours

So the pain can over take me

Finally ending my pitiful flee 

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