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May 2023
Go home to softness,
to that feeling,
of waste, and the thick glow,
of light, cold,
on the ceiling,
don't get up for anything.
The future is only an idea.

Feeling my body,
turn over again,
fresh green,
in the May leaves,
a newness seeks you out,
it is asking,
to be held.
Sick with wanting, sick with health
Strawberry Pilgrim
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Strawberry Pilgrim  121/in space somewhere
(121/in space somewhere)   
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   N and Gideon
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