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Jan 2020
Thread getting thin now, feeling wind bite through
Thin plastic bones, bending in you, eyes crying gasoline
World turned into a cigarette, ashed out carelessly
All the lights gone blinking into darkness
Eyes locked into quiet circles, spinning softly towards the ground
Waiting on the dogs to stop barking, moon to go down
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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