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Nov 2022
How shall I understand the nature of small?
crumble my body, folding my flesh in on
itself until I am round like
the rolling armadillo?

Praise the grains of sand that
make up our coast while
ignoring the sea?

Maybe I will just
write a haiku instead and
turn into a word.
topacio
Written by
topacio  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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