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Feb 2016
The black cricket of doubt spent the day in my bedroom.

He fell from my crisp bedding as I shook.

I gasped when I saw him.

He did not hop.

He crawled and haunted.

So small a bug yet I made my way around him.

I let him have the room.
dav
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dav  Northern California
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