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Abstract
The three poems in this submission are expressions of the self: the mental and emotional anguish of all the Things that affect me, in different ways, and sometimes I can't take it but, there comes a light, or a string that holds me towards a direction I'm not sure whether it is homewards, or the beer parlour, or an empty hotel.
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