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May 2019
When I almost met God
It was seated
behind the trunk of an almost-Tree
ancient wood woven
in finity fabric
every living you
every living me
fibers in thread
connected
legstoarms
handstofeet

dancing
*******
birthin­g

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   Fawn and Riz Mack
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