pilgrimage: A Poem by Dean Jones

Person in black and white
Selfie by Dean Jones

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on my way back to myself,  on the back of the
shelf - so dusty, where I left them.

so sweetly they die these layers that i
no longer wish to stay
clung to - surrounded by
stuck to - molded in
or formed by to stay
held by you
felt by you
fucked by you
wanted.

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