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Aug 2021
Her Iris
from her eyes
start to slip
from the blows
of her nose
they drip
sliding south
to her mouth
to her lip
takes a taste
of the tears
at the tip
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
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