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scallop green & rust flecked scree fallen lakeshore bones gone skeleton black i never want to go back to waking in that solemn world of concrete steel of unmelting ice cut regular & wanting donotmakemego donotmakemego back to your waking world

As beautiful as your photo muse.
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A chicken and egg scenario. In this case, the poem came first. Thanks for being so kind. 🙂
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Even better.
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Love this so much.
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