black banners, black holes
no light nor reason escapes
seasons of slaughter
六十六
January night
bright little lights still shining
fences and hedges
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elves have shrank my jeans
they fit fine last November
mirrors are warped, too
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sweeping oak blossoms
and debris from the rooftop
I see her undress
六十六
(rewrite)
vacuum seal popping
our first morning long ago
the fresh roasted smell
六十六
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