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Apr 2019
a liminal space,
a banshee who screams for the dead.

ashes to ashes
we walk the earth
in cigarettes,
in home and hearth.

my heart breaks:
indocrinate.
feel the grass
beneath one's toes

magic where none
dares to go
Morrie W S
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Morrie W S  23/F/usa
(23/F/usa)   
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