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Aug 22
Exhale magic potion, put in motion
by frail bones and different tones
of grey
The world swirls gutter-wise and streets stink of ozone,
lyme
Time spent in the desert like
moonscape, powder like
sugar on your boots
Deep in my roots I can
feel a thirst, growing and
inevitable
How easily it
could all go
wrong
Patrick Kennon
Written by
Patrick Kennon  28/M/Austin, Texas
(28/M/Austin, Texas)   
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