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Bootstrap 146


very plain boxes
awaiting the stories of man
the wind leads it
he fit cutely inside the palm of my hand

to another place
an endless surface in the middle
and two thirds logical
like a childhood race

even then we weren't humble
his hands holding his face
the bog bubbled with color
of cries for peace

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