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Aug 2021
I’ve laid in the fields of our dying mother


watching as our gods wither into an  epoch  


masses set out to remember


but in time when stripped of their flesh


all will be forgotten


as they are  exposed to their mortality
Ben Palomino
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Ben Palomino  24/M
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