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Apr 2019
were you sent to tell me i am good

to hold my shoulders?



meanwhile the fire burns

up the road

near by

where you live



later she was sick in  the road

brown and nasty

crouched down and crying



we called her darling

yet could not help her



the fire smouldered up the road

across the hill
Sonja Benskin Mesher
61
     Jim Musics, Pax, JaxSpade and hypnopunk
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