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May 2020
A splotch on a map,

spilled ink

that spreads and microbizes

past false edges,

infects other blots,

until we're all stained

with each other

and ourselves,

surprised

horrified

delighted

that we can grow

even inkier.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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