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Jun 2017
Black hole in the bed
Winter is the metaphysical
Car lights and tall trees
Anger in her finger tips
Holding the glass of warm blood
That she took from a store
With no name, just a man
A man with a long grey beard
Telling the same story
Of summer in '78
When he rode his bike down
To the water hole, dead fish & toads
Escaping his father with a bat
Thinking of being all alone
Sebastian Macias
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Sebastian Macias  Eagle Rock, Los Angeles
(Eagle Rock, Los Angeles)   
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