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A Bit Too

A Bit Too

wild
a bit too frayed
crushed
mint
in absinthed
green limeade
held forth in echoes
fifth
in flint
locked
horns with aural liniment
applied to propagate
the sun
and
can't stop now
the wheel's done spun

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