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Jul 2021
Alone in an empty cinema,
Only the projection,
Of talking heads,
That live and die perfectly,
Again and again, for the seats, sitting all alone,
When the world is framed like a painting,
You fall in love with its sprawling, open flaws.
Put out to be discovered.
Strawberry Pilgrim
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Strawberry Pilgrim  121/in space somewhere
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