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No Dice
We track the oblique, sly fireflies
that keep popping fitfully by.
While life swarms invitingly by the side
we remain rabidly hustling
recklessly trailing
those brusque cracking stars
...shifty, deceptive, volatile
in onyx-bronze, raven nights
❋
We: the tenderfoot novice
bulldozed on many a graceless trip
half-cocked, peripheral, stoned
and profoundly ill with pitiful
sh...
Friday 3rd January 2020 2:57 am
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