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Sep 2019
Mountain
mass and monolith and more
Tree
I see your breathing hands
Sea
let me be at your center

Levee starting to crack
Plugging holes with our fingers
You can run or linger
The outcome is meager
any way you slice it
dice it
steamed basmati
rice it
sandbar
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sandbar  31/M/x
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