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when we congregate
and collect

our prayers
you can

catch me
through

the chaos
and remember that

in a breadcrumb trail
of stars

the full moon
moves into place

and brightens
and brightens
  Aug 5 Rhiannon Clayton
June
What is money
but the means to an end?

What is money to you
when you are dead?

What is a corpse to us
if not it's worth in pebbles and gold?

What is war
but the means to your end?
Hand me a cigarette
And tell me another
Beautiful lie before
The sundown
What a lovely scene...
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