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 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Tom D
All the birds have flown away
and a nest is what remains
I feel more and more
like that beat up bike
that's been left out in the rain
I thought I had lucked out,
Of all the things it could have been
It just turned out to be
Yet another listless face in a luckless place.
the construct of the
universe is you my friend
you are what is here
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Puck
I inherited my mom's anger, and my dad's kind of laziness.
Cosmically chosen
Fated sisters woven
Read in stars, bred in sky’s
Red ties, intwined
Soul achingly his,
Purposefully mine.
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