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Oct 2017
The light of god in an old shoe.

An angel in a pool of milk.

A man with glass eyes sleeps on a tractor tire.
Longing for the creed in a burning bush,
and clutching a sandwich bag filled with lemonade
that he can never seem to throw far enough away.
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b  20/M/canada
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