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Jul 2019
sirens wail a razor tune
like the metal wind
scraping the side of my ear
i pull my jaw agape
in a lake of starry glass
we run our fingers
through a godly, wispy beard
Written by
arbor  M/the milky way
(M/the milky way)   
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