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Sun like
a lion, lonely on pavement.
visions toward the water, reaching
for what’s far away, smelling
spinning meats. The
moon, pulling at the graves,
carved songs into the air,
spots on eyeballs, ancient brown eyes,
signs of lives, death by reflection,
definition by exponents, words
like heaven finding their
creases into the light.
I sat and thought how he was like.

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