Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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My Old Friend

In my blind spotyou were lurking In the shade of my painyou were thriving My old friend You are backand kickingand in my mouth words are putting There isn't much I need There isn't much I fear There isn't much I give When with you my heart is In the interstices of my thoughtsYou lie In the in-betweenness of my hopesYou lie In the truth of my obliterated liesYou lie My old friend I've missed your smile