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A month ago it was fall,
Now it's summer. I recall sensation,
A breeze ambles through conifers, an evergreen
shivers as if in frisson, it sways against our dark indigo sky.
Social company was wonderful this weekend,
I am not hungover this June bank holiday,
But bad luck did befall a friend's ankle.
Last night I drank northern Buckfast
and smoked West Coast Therapy.
I have this sense, what connects us,
I thought it mere memory, what is
beyond that; why should we reach
out to it, or it to us? How is meaning
given synchronicity, two things berift time,
Those dopamine Roses (Imanbek remix) have me
craving mischief, they know the way;
I know of no other
save this, meaningfulness.
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