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Dec 2016
handfuls of dust dry
before deity
before bless
breathes life
into mud

shank
-meat
meets
means-

like
a hammer
between head
and it's
handle
is
thought
between the Force
and it's finesse.

if there is nothing
between divinity
and dirt .

there is you.

no one. no Force.
for Carrie
MRQUIPTY
Written by
MRQUIPTY
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