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Jun 2021
(I am standing in front of my open second floor apartment window naked for my boxer briefs briefing the nightly field)

Start with the smell of blossoming lilacs
With the night full of ambient noise
That with rare birdsongs and barks is in wonderful poise

Light poles stab out my eyes
The wet cold makes me sick
I am now the ambient noise
That is beating the hope with a stick
Again am I annoyed that there is no option for italics. Imagine the bracketed text on an angle - wouldn't that be pretty?
PaKa
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PaKa  M/Europe
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