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Apr 2020
We sit on white plastic chairs
and watch the rain
wash these streets.
This is not a last meal;
let us origami our hands
and sing our departure songs
to the mirror glass of the sky.
Written by
Camden Michael Jones  23/M/Oregon
(23/M/Oregon)   
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