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Dec 2021
It's like its own rules, this game of life,
nothing matters
then it does,
and now is the inevitable result.

You read this bit and elsewhere,
in your past I continued
pouring my selves out in bubbles
like vesicles holding dopamine mine mine
urgen
urgentle emerging -easy
says the egg,

from my gut.
Its fine. Today. I watch, having placed my bet
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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