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Dusk

What do fireflies eat, I’d ask / this poem’s naturalist / if it had one

Oad

Our friendship is based on the realization / that neither of us knows what we’re doing / but we’re doing it at full speed,

The Waste Land

Somewhere in this world, a group of people still hold me responsible for the stupid decision my friend made in my presence.

Space Age

In another life I'm a translator of alien languages scrolling across the Martian plains in orbit.
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