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Jun 2021
I had a marble that
looked like the earth
I kept in my pocket.
It was never worth
spit except I knew
how God must fear
the Earth in his jeans.
Worn pockets tear
we roll out of sight.
He panics it's gone
lost in a bang we're
unexpectedly done.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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