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Jan 2017
I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm the bubbles
of the rift, quickly formed
and quickly done.
Air inside happens only so long,
I can escape to the
chromium metal,
ask the snakes,
see if they are having
a time while pollution
is apartheid.
Apartheid is man made.
The earth isn't prejudice,
the earth don't judge,
while erasing all of this
from history.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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