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Switch of the wire
I choose my life
In 1989, I chose my life
Warp up the wire
Around both hands
Around my feet
I'm lying on a railway track
Where no trains have passed
Since 1989
Owls and mice scream
In the dark, an industrial estate
Muscles into the landscape
To my left
Im crying lemonade
My face is hot and sticky
I never moved
An inch from here.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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