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My ant


I left them...

Last night I had a dream

the world was ending,

I was reduced to ant size and lived with a snake, 

she was friendly but scary, 

green and alive,

I am awake now, paying my credit card

It didnt end...

There is so much to do

before winter comes.

I want to do a series of self portraits

of self genuine smiles, but I cant.

I worry too much, I worry too much.

 

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