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If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time
Funny how that happens
Like a chip
A crayon and
A bad habit

Never apologize
For being broken
 Apr 2020 Chuck Kean
Acme
Like Vincent my art's invisible
now but maybe future generations
will find fire in the night sky
and read my blood on the page
and know what life was like in
my time spinning on this marble.
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