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Oct 2019
I found magic in the dirt.

After packing it away, I flirted towards the sunset.

And after fire had been made,

I sat in fire shade and made plans for buried treasure.

I measured my golden pack in the heat of night-made flame,

Blaming only others, I had to pack away my shame.
T R S
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