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Friday, June 9, 2023

Wisdom

 Then came the toxic gas.
A few weeks after the Arby's manager
got locked in the walk-in and froze to death. 
Long since the scaffolding of the scared, zig-zag mind
had been erected and
way before the lonely languor of the last butterfly. 
The gas came defecating through the border stalls, 
A  waste product 
Of human stagnation. 



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