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Jun 2020
I settle,
Bones
To mat,
And draw
Air and pain
From the world
Around me,
In and down,
Then rolling
Gently
Up and out,
Until
This
Small
Thing
Becomes
The only thing,
The every thing,
And I am now.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
183
   MS Anjaan and ---
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