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Oct 2018
I racked my head for a poem;
some stack of words to say "good morning, pray you are well", but stacks swell and topple messily on my hands to your eyes, so

"Good
Morn-
   ing
Jaz-
  mean,
     cruel,
         fate
    to wake to
  one star,
and not
  another."
Written by
esridersi  22/M/USA
(22/M/USA)   
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