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Feb 2022
Vanity of the boys,
cascading tears and
the hair that moves
along orange zest
and spiral ends.

Although the sun shines
through one side
of the everlasting,
orange. We move,
we rotate.

The faces change.
Your shoulders hunch.
But the moon was
once a plump orange.
keni
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keni  20/F/chicago
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