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2020-06-14
warm hiss of summer


The world grew old and died in silver light of moon. I can't remember the voices of anyone I knew. Trapped in silver light of moon. Old buildings and mountains here long after you're gone. Searching Walgreens for something to help me make it to morning. Slow flash of sunrise. A warm forget.


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