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Feb 2015
Heavy meadows ran a lap around earth
And green faded (twisting) vines turned rabid and fire-fierce.
            
       (over)turned soil spit until venomous spires were conjugated o'er the horizon.

And I, grazing on the moon's lading glare (the scent of Aconitum napellus poisoning the air)
             Let myself drown in the smoke
Bryce Perry
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Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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