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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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04.05.01

feverishly writing and photographing the distance between us, bodies, moments of pleasure, bullets and flesh, whip tickling open old wounds, i ... i want to play hooky. click off my eye, as if it would never become a phantom appendage, strong limb now space once occupied, the ache for lost territory, an ache, dull and thudding, seeking recompense.

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what does one do when worn down by dreamwork, layers of skin relentessly exacted by memory and thought and speech, until stripped so seemingly close to the bone?






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