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Poems
May 2017
The Map
Veins of stone spit out from scintillated mountains
Writing down the history of rain in beautiful scars.
Soon the sun, but first the birds
In purple clouds of iron wood (I can map the day
by just the sounds) this peeling bark my
Hollowed past too.
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Andrew
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