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Mar 2017
The sentiments burned up in the shed fire.
We unpacked our hearts.
Sullen suitcases.
Where is the holy dynamo of our long nights rest?
Exaltation bound.
Cancer stick serenade,
cheeks met with love
Diamond rain due to indigenous dance.
This I know to be fact.
Ohlone ghost omnipresent.
Snap photos to steal souls.
©  CE Green 2017
CE Green
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CE Green  29/M/California
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