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10/25/2023

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Just a little flash poem I wrote just now...hope you like it, and I hope you're feeling awesome! Love, me.

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This morning, when I couldn’t speak,
the sky turned into
fire, and I knew I was kindling,
part of what the strange,
few
paired-up people
call this:
forever.
We dreamers have to
stick.

C.A. MacConnell