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Jul 2021
a fight breaks out
amid the tops
and bases
silver and wood
flashes-
(it has been on the
menu no doubt
for a while-)warming
slowly-
rising and fermented
red like tomato
round and sliced
into cheeses
no one really under
stands
screams like mushrooms
abound
pressure and small
spaced for a word
that rings into hurt
anesthetized and away it
goes..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
62
   Bogdan Dragos
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