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Sep 2014
A vase sits in a room
A man walks into a bar
Har har

The vase fills with dust
No, it’s must
Har har

The must becomes sludge
A dreary drudge
Har har

Sludge solidifies
And slides out


A vase is made for flowers
Flowers are made for sun
The countryside
Is overrun
Elizabeth Hynes
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Elizabeth Hynes  Gender Nonconforming/London
(Gender Nonconforming/London)   
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