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Jun 2017
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i am an awful host.

i leave my friends to orbit
around a dish of fruit seeds.
i leave in search of a giant.
i have a handful of beetles to ****** him with.
i find him in my kitchen.
i tell him he is so cool.
i walk forward, holding out my offering;
and as i do they begin to die,
disintegrating under the gravity of desperation.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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