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Apr 2020
Sometimes
I wish that I could sink
Back into the red earth that bore me;
Into the hard clay
That springs life into plants;
And I think to myself
That maybe this earth
Could finally force life
Back into this collapsing husk;
If only I could sink
back into the dirt.
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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