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Feb 2018
In gold, I
e
         x
                      h
                                   a
                                       l
                              e
~,

a tribe of cloud
lollygags 'cross cob-
bled brick.

(o)

Roses. As only
gods could have. I have
NOT accepted the human condition, I,
(skin tugged by the ad-dition of time) REFUSE! to
step down from the sun
^
<   O   >
.
Greenie
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