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Oct 2024
I quenched lit candles,

doused them with spit,

7 times, for bad luck.


  Darkness came, but,

 the moon (rescented,

 I made it back to Gaza.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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