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Aug 2019
literal
she wanted ***

so,

*** is what i gave her

*** in the rain,
in the mud

***** ***
not your same old same old redundancy here

i slay giants with a cold stare

while death is the least of my fears

come hither oh giant or queer
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The Concrete Poet  M
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