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Jul 2019
akimbo by water
the drowned, orange-skinned,
greasy, fail to wave

as I ride on my
dead son's bike over
gravel and charcoal

the shouts of children
brake me to search
but all eyes are empty
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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