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May 21
Spin me around in the desert and see
If I'm upset by these
Dry surrounding beings

And the answer is this
As you trail kick the dust
And move away from me

So I shout out loud
In a fading barrage

"How can I be?!?!"
When there's just so much water and word
Following currents within me

I will not die when I'm like this
Let alone perspire
Some days just feel really good. As a human. Creative.
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