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Jan 2021
You sleep in the beer garden,
while I find a choir
in a blooded cup.
Clouds interlock,
unearthly pinnacles.
You find bread, alka seltzer.
We compare fifteen year plans,
smiling shyly.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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