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Jul 2021
and maybe that hanging cloth
was not a ghost in the bedim light
maybe that light was a forest burn
the sea could be a graveyard
the mountains, where people truly live
could death be a hanging cloth
oh how light is life!
Kyrie Hajashi
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Kyrie Hajashi  18/M/On the roof under my bed.
(18/M/On the roof under my bed.)   
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