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Apr 2023
You, loving this like your own face,
bearing your skin to the crowd,
to be feared and entirely known,
to miss the change,
we were all holding onto the moment.

And me,
joining the fray,
Gathered round,
This kitchen table,
To grow full with meaning.
for loui
Strawberry Pilgrim
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Strawberry Pilgrim  121/in space somewhere
(121/in space somewhere)   
100
   Gideon
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