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Nov 2019
the sun rose high in the sky and burned the land beneath it
and i watched a thousand ants
crawling on a butterfly's dying figure
claiming its wings
as it frantically *****, erratic
desperate
but ultimately
devoured.
lua
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lua  16/F/on the moon
(16/F/on the moon)   
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