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September 29, 2018 at 7:54 am (Poems) (, , , , )

When nothing sits pretty; all thoughts in disarray
angry clouds alter barometers.
I am a fishcake, plucked from your plastic sea
You hold me remotely and nevertheless I dance for you.

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