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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
What lapses through my mind, I don't know.
Time?
One cannot be thoroughly tested,
without a subject for my work.
What has been connected, I don't know.
The monstrosity
a remedy.
Spoken without words watching.
Me, as i move about,
in my rubber sack of skin.
Tell me,
What is this place that i live in?
I'll sleep.
I am but a child
discovery will find me,
I'll sleep.
I am but a child
discovery will find me,
i've got time.
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