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Mar 2019
All shapes are lost within this loop
A scene would flash — with frantic eyes
To play its piece — a soundless troupe
Deceased, the bones — replaced by cries

As newborn forms encased in ash
Their fate entwined in frozen waves
Reflecting on potential truth
Unsure — they seep, in creeks and graves
Written by
Z R M  Cambridge, MA.
(Cambridge, MA.)   
     Fawn, --- and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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