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Mar 2017
dried plum
now at the pivot I turn
a lump of dirt
Eating a number of dried plums. Their seeds were bright and orange, but they will not grow. I cast them on the ground, to do what they will.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  26/M/Athens, GA
(26/M/Athens, GA)   
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