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I See You Got Your Fist Out

The popular trucks
in branch identified
as fierce, the
conflict called. And so, so
biblical as to equate,
but the bush burns merrily. As
merrily burns, so the words
inside. This is prophecy
on the ranch, and no more proven
than the tongue of Trump.
The class of happy wishes
falls a little fall. The people are
spokes in a lopsided wheel. The contest
comes in colours. Colour
is a piece
of light while light
is a piece of us.

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