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Aug 2020
My friend bakes bread
and wonders about plants.
My friend burns candles
herbs and oils.
My friend gave up movies
to watch kids play games.
My friend counts crayons
and chews her lips.
My friend gets drunk
and cries for strangers.

I think I'll bob a bit between them,
and chart them all
like stars.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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