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THE KEEPER (Strider Marcus Jones) you warm the bone in me, pump blood through stone in me, pluck strings unknown in mewhose notes dissolve the screams of ghosts that blacken dreams. proud pictures of the past, fall out of photographssome fade, but others lastand we become the present in their placevibrating beads on strings of symmetry in space. unravel in my headfuse fact and fiction with your timbre thread, more than moves in blankets on tomorrows bed, wet with cum and joyful tearsthe keeper, not the tenant of my years.

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Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

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