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A collection of the creative stuff I do when no one's looking.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Subdivision
Before the cement could dry,
stray dogs left their prints;
The naked Earth knew its shame,
and covered itself in bipeds
and water eroded it all day by day
The stars looked on in retrospect
the sea turned its head
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