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Sep 2019
I wish to bury
     my toes like roots
     in the soil,

Breath in the crisp
     summer soaked air,
Ringing out a day's worth
     of yawning afternoon sun,

And fall back into
     the sleepless nights
That drifted into days
     that didn't matter.
III
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III  Chicago
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     Fawn, Rose, George Anthony, Bogdan Dragos and vb
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