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Aug 20
In the place of no water, birds falling, eyes streaming sand
Dead camel horizons define arid land
The span of one half heart length
The fan blowing half melted ice cubes
The things you can lose, losing your mind
Watch it all unwind, like loose cloth slipping sideways
Heat rays on your back on the blacktop hunting AC
get it up to speed let's live fast
Watch the whole world pass by
They were running, you just woke up, late to the race, already stumbling
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  28/M/Austin, Texas
(28/M/Austin, Texas)   
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