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I’m high as I’m hi Justine I
Anastaysia, via Siri

M and I used to talk in high school about poets; about whether, though she was the one who wrote, I was the one doomed to be.

I hunted heaven
for him.

No dice.

Too uppity,
it was. Not enough

music, or dark dirt. . .
Kevin Young, Pietà

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