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Mar 2017
tHEY WERE SOLEMN

they tossed in their sleep

They were the shadows cast against monoliths
when elbows and knees failed to crawl
hostile for the weight of gravity
annunciated through colors and their own speech  
graphitized in the name pagan underground punctuation
under ***** nails!

they made routine
of always casting long spells

that dirtied and dripped
with

“oh my God”
TS Garrett
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TS Garrett  36/M/Fayetteville, AR
(36/M/Fayetteville, AR)   
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