by Stefanie Bennett
Renegade neutrons
Fall apart
Laughing
On the front lawn
- Yet you, with
Your cold
Aerial of soul's
Clip-board
Hand them
A clean bill
Of health...
Strange how
A 'for real'
Shooting star's
Never around
When
You want one.
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