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Jan 2021
Nothing
i was an insect
on a divine windshield
a speck of dust
on an otherwise stainless garb
when wiper blades swept me down
in my infancy
a young brood
i am guts
i am blood
i am gross things
#insects #bugs #pests #critters #death #life #young #infancy #divine #war
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