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James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Debaser

I turn out my Flesh,
To turn on my Spirit;
The needs that come and go.
 
A Turnstile counting;
She’ll know it when she feels it,
And she’ll clock me; turning Low...

(2013)

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On this Day

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