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Apr 2021
light-footed,
seeds: hidded.
green-chaired,
white-haired.
jaws: fitted,
teeth-bitted.

one ounce,
too speedy.
three loves,
for teeny.
your lies?
believing.
you could run the world
from your momma’s house,
from your barn house,
from your silo house,
our flintstoned-foot mouse.

RIP, Vasily.
2019-2021
Written by
Nick Burns  Everything Was Beautiful
(Everything Was Beautiful)   
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