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I AM NOTHING BUT I MUST BE EVERYTHING

This morning sun orange

You paint your fingernails red

Looking for bread

Under my bed

As I drink coffee 

Under the acacia tree.

Smells of tires burning

In the sacred landscape 

It’s twelve o’clock sharp

The dogs are out 

It feels cold & lonely

Death is a secret society 

I am nothing

But I must be everything.

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