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Anne-Laure Wuillai, “Auto- Limitation”, 2014

http://www.annelaure-wuillai.com/

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Pileup

Plant your kiss on the revelator mouth now sour,

Throw your body on the bomb one more time.

What you can do is share some tragic sense.

Switch off feeling too much of yourself,

Grabbing too much of someone else,

But trace the lines of pileup

If you want help out.

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Passing the afternoon waiting for my mechanic to do his thing: I read a poem to someone who died before I could meet them.