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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Sleight

Trailing off the desperate landfills of narrow fascination
Into my very own lesser known hallowed affirmation—
 
I wind mine through the wind in the air of my own air—
Should you happen to blow by; I’ll sail upon your prayer.

(2014)

#Own #Self #Thine

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