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Apr 2020
A cross. A crossroads.
The desire to erupt.
If the world were red and brownโ€”
If. Jarr
it open.
Resist and grind.

The clouds were piped
by God. Onto the sky.
To forget the tombstonesโ€”
To remember the tomb.
Round it out and fluff.
Depress into the ground,
fellow bush.
Eva B
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