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3d
the words came to me in the funeral suit
in the backyard watching over the grass
lightly swaying in the sun, eyebrows forward, thinking
the product of countless hours when it finally spills to the forefront
conceived as i speak, and so simple: i get it
Micah Carey
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Micah Carey  denver
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