Over-dead 

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five different versions of
one
same event
how soon in life
the die
is
cast
too young to know
what
she
was doing
beach wood, isn’t it?
inscrutable secrets
and lies
mature
original passion
prematurely
inherited
a one
stringed lyre
to a
cup
of hemlock
over-dead, isn’t it?
the happiest times
in  life were
in
that house
killing myself
as if
they
hadn’t died
a murderous tendency
on art
escaped
canvas
don’t
expect me
to
confess

Clburdett, 2017

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