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Sep 25
The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know
about flies out.

MetaVerse
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         MetaVerse, Pax, CJ Sutherland, ---, Coleen Mzarriz and 13 others
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