7 grams of penicillin is all it takes
Bombed
my friend Palmyra
in wreckage on the steps
smokes her shut your mouth cigarette
that was when the cult got really dark
damaged and refusing every chance
to heal what’s left
storage was the thing then
amassing great collections
not single items
Palmyra let to slide
still
waters run deep
over rocks as well as sand
this is heart rending, such a tragedy
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