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Sep 2018
Now,
In light of past dawns there is

bound to be no horizon (there are
   birds
                         up
            flocking
                                         ­    into
space)

Stragglers
p
      l
   u  m
  m
e
        t

down and one
lands on my
toes.
Greenie
Written by
Greenie
  394
   r, --- and Butch Decatoria
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