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Jan 2022
what once was
warm and close
like a kind flame dancing in the night
the heat of warm hands and
sunlight kissing the trees
now brews contempt
in murky waters
stirring, sloshing with the sliminess of greed.
lua
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lua  20/F/on the moon
(20/F/on the moon)   
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