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Apr 2020
nothing to do,
    there's a black cloud  in  the bright sun--
crushing leaves as you trudge in
the noon mist

neighbor
is beating a rock with his clump of wood and it makes a
cacophony of bass-
lit, I wish I had the words to say-
just spilling out because there's nothing to keep it in. coming undone and its not
nice, nor that interesting
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
24
     June Bug and ---
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