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let us join hands and pray
for the winter
to end
it’s freezing in this cell
& our cells are freezing
pray that we will get married
to books that will treat us well
pray for death
to come
slow and painful
so you’ll get one more chance
let us pray for mother earth
& world peace
let us pray to find
twenty bucks on the ground
bow your heads with me
and whisper it
dear whatever
please provide
me with all the good shit.
amen.

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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