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≻: Childhood without phones
When I was a child, hot afternoons oozed by Slowly so I can part it with sticky fingers Grasping a cool gnash of ice pop…
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≻: I must write again
In the afternoon I got home and dropped into a comatose sleepAnd woke up like a fish yanked onto the pier’s concreteAll dry-mouthed and only…
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