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May 2021
i am the grass-lit
deer in the morning
eating
and eating.

I am man
burning myself on a grand plot,
very lost on a lawnmower.
there is dinner at breakfast,
lunch at bed.
I tell the world to bend and become
and I am the one that ends up twisted.

i am the deer;
not seeking, i see.
Lucas
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