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Aug 2018
I’m leaning against
a white fence
looking at a bare spot
where the paint has
chipped away

I think:
someone should paint this

as my hand reaches out
and my thumbnail
peels another large slab
exposing the grain

and I smile
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
152
   arizona
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