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Sep 2021
what nature really did was actually
letting go slowly
the skin of our faces

what was once tight and pegged to the skull
the sides burn of glorious pink
the lips touched red

now full of pockets
lessons perched on each soft cleavage
yesterdays: sunspots

Today: A blessing
Tomorrow I hope
my son will come visit
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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   jdmaraccini
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