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Apr 2020
My life has become a  nuclear reactor
There are control rods
I just have to find them
Like boiling eggs they calm the darkening sky
Letters of love lighten lengths of darkened patches
Arms stretch up fall down
Space peace
My honey
Written by
Chris  61/M/NZ
(61/M/NZ)   
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