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Jan 2016
my mother used to drink
she never
talked
so much.

and during the passing of
poison to the
relevant wires
she spoke of how
great it was
to be alive
and that
most did not know this
fact.

she used to dance so wild
and free and unknowing in
her knowing of the freedom
of this
life like
the wilderness.
Ezra the Poet
Written by
Ezra the Poet  M/Alone with Everybody.
(M/Alone with Everybody.)   
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