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Nov 2020
crisp, green grass
uncountable as the grains of sand
like the memories in the corners of my mind
untouched by time
untempered by wisdom
of what was once divine
of what is now common
come what will the grass still greens
Being Esther
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Being Esther
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   Khaab
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