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Mar 2019
a chemical composition
light textile and and enough bends
for a knot
all expression of the dead dog in the living room
left behind
as the grow lights over the seedlings
were turned on
and a flower was placed on his dead chest
and I walked out the door
it was a real thing in the mind of a witness
a storm rolled over
a star was never seen again
BB Tyler
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