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Jul 2020
a voice that belongs to the winds of the wilderness
strong thighs running like the Susquehanna through its cold, grey morning
she speaks from the hearth of her gut of a lust for life
dives through the waves and into the distance
never to be seen again
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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