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Apr 2024
I claspe the dreams:
damaged
crumpled
crushed
incomplete
and deleted from
memory

. . . yet . . .

The lips of langurs
kiss the corpse
of death's sweet
nectar
South-by-Southwest
Written by
South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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