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Sep 2018
an arid earth can suffer to gag
through the suffocation of its tenants,
flailing with torrential—cataclysmic—seismic
limbs at the cold-hand smothering by
a race in apathy.

though, let's not just yet, not yet
pull the bullets from our guns.
Jeff S
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Jeff S  36/M
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   ---, Fawn and Patrick
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