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Aug 2018
Now
that i spin….
when before; the Sunrise, fell!
and the moon docked
in a paradigm like
a cargo of
blind
love
and astronauts…. I have become
the Cartographer’s Stenographer
in a mute room full of -
angular moments, momentous….
and a bowl full of green cherries
because god is funny now.
now that
I spin.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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