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Feb 2017
I fell asleep on a sunny patch of grass
With dirt on my head, and gnats in every breath
And when I awoke again, the sky was freshly black
Speckled and freckled with faint bits of stars
The moon was beginning to smile behind a veil of grey
And I thought to myself in that moment,
"Everything is fine. Everything's okay."
Arlo Disarray
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