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June 09, 2026
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables cremate
draw me in charcoal mountain tops and shade muddy ice lick my wounds and spit my blood punctuate me like a leather bound journal tie me to the red flag the sherpa carried up for you chant appreciation to the beat of eastern winds as my ashes blow away and your voice fades in the snow set God down into the clouds and follow.
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