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Oct 2017
tiny toy town

if i could take my shears
and cut you a cloak from
this dark night sky, i would

the yellow water squiggles
remind me of your pupils

we're doomed to wonder,
trash heap with motor
or whale, for eternity
Written by
Quinn  Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)   
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