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August 14, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 122

We get our thunder from snow's dream.

A baby
invents
kneeling

with a fork and an outlet.

The wind is slowly eaten
by what

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  1. Lucy / Aug 15 2021 2:42 am

    Ooh, love how this flows. Great poem!

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