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Aug 2020
Come see the dead clocks,
between the blocks of sickness
& the giant silent ****.
You must remember
what you gave me,
that last coarse night
when we were so hungry -
bring it with you,
even if it's raining.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
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