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Bootstrap 6

10/25/21

he was lost on the highest hilltop
in the pilot seat
a country he tried to destroy
with life-crushing wrist grabs
with their biting machines

I might be a crumb you say
sitting in the audience
alive in the wind
central to me
my words paint the decay of roses sounding of winter

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