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Aug 2020
A careful kind of coward,
we pretend to be calm,
budgeting our secrets
like money or time,
waiting for some weather
or high holy eyes,
to take down the china,
to feast on each other.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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