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May 2016
fresh faced, seventeen year old wonder.

pull me under the waters of the country in
which you were born: render me asunder with
the hands your mother gave you.

drive that brand new, older-than-me car across the
ocean straight to me
clearing out drafts
coyote
Written by
coyote  the past
(the past)   
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