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| jimmy |
the wind is unrepentant, the gaping yawl of an infant, the trees thrash out a ragin concerto, pushed at angles they cannot remember, everything verges on erasure. |
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| not_really_a_poet |
it rained and rained today like the sky was exploding with the liquid it had been unable to release i felt i would slide down the hill as the dog walked me i don't trust rain i think it wants to hurt me why must it be necessary for our survival? |
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