missing

 

there was no yew today. it was all me. jst me … and sometimes it seems . that withot yew there is no me;

 

there was no me today. all day long eye was inside my head . thinking. abot my daily bread . and how today would be the day . eye wood not taste . the sacrificial offering of yew.

 

 

 

 

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