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Jul 2017
the radio waves purr over the terrain.
something like Nevada, but with fewer curses.
there are bones exposed in the desert
that speak to the fact that there will always
be bones.

so we have to gather our things
and tremble.
or dash when lightning strike
shatters the moon
we made our wishes
by.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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