~| w i t h d r a w a l |~



slipping slipping
sideways,
down a concrete twist
in an otherwise
perfectly smooth
set of razors...
cutting this and that
away
to disappear
and vanish
like the shadow
i feel against my back...
i am nothing
if not in need
of substance.


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