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August 12, 2017

dust August 12, 2017 0 Comments

Someone found him
dead under a bridge in Tulsa.
No one knew him.

The ignorance
like that of the beginning
of the universe

and its end
fills with anything
other

than the void
here in the heart
of it all.

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