The Book of Jam
A diary of my subtle life
Monday, November 09, 2015
Nasal Fossa
Bombarded in waves
By a familiar vulnerability
It feels like childhood anguish
It smells like fresh Velcro and it looks like
Beaten tress under the pale grey sky as seen from my sandbox
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