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Feb 2019
he harped poetic
and
the birds chirped confused
as
the sun thawed a mossy field
for
our toes and heels to sink into.

the
wind of some other horizon swept
past
to clean my bones of flesh
so
i could know no more;
forever.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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   Lorraine Colon
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