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  • Writer: Tim Martin
    Tim Martin
  • Jun 15, 2020
  • 1 min read

For Shawn

millions of tiny exiles

like eggs at creeks edge

my heart is an eastern city

overlooking demonstrations

graffiti disrupts its

cement hive mind

words attempt togetherness

parade, protest, rebel

no more next things

with palsied grasp of time

it’s your birthday

& i say hello

that is enough

to remember i once belonged

 
 
 

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