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 Apr 2020 Bijan Rabiee
Dawnstar
stop giving me news
pulsate my rhythms differently
cities and urban life

i read your views
and all i hear are hatters
convinced of their own greatness

fox worm
shine on down

from.
Smell the
newborn puppies;
placenta from heaven,
like candy canes and
burning leaves.
Stay green as long as
you can.
Drink up the sunrise like
a chocolate malt;
because tomorrow comes
with a sigh...
We poets were a sensitive lot
in a world that shat on us
although we fought.
We are who we are, and the world is...
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