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Apr 2020
We will never get to see
How good you were

We will only see the title
Of your life

Only foot prints
Will remain

Of all the lost has beens
And rope-a-dopes

Having my edges cut off
By a living monument
Heaving plastic stones
Outward
Toward space.
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
(M/NYC)   
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