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1d
Dig
waiting for the fever
that burns an amber
wire sizzling into
my periled glass heart.

I scroll humdrum
I hop onto sane
and dig through
unformed parking lots.

memory
drained

malfunction
multiverses
passed.
Waiting impatiently for inspiration. Wishing for for a better tomorrow by digging through my unconscious.
Andre F
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Andre F  59/M
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