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Jul 2019
Small,
Still small.
The storm knows
As Nietszche knew,
the botched and bungled
fall. When the one great love
stalled with damp points and punch tires
stuck on the shoulder blinking out
flashers to no one in sight , the rise
behind - just wet exits and no beams bright.
Devon Brock
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Devon Brock  55/M/Middle America
(55/M/Middle America)   
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