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Archive stories.

   plant · struggling somehow
near wolf moon & the road's sheen
   old betrayals stripe

dusty nostrums in back drawers
no guarantee the lid fits

On Power.

"SOLEMN (Palindrome)

I sat, solemn.
I saw time open one poem.
It was in me, lost as I."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

London Calling.