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The Star's Bean Pot
That same old rock we once stood
the heaven of the star's bean pot
laying comatose close to my mind
in shadows of the echoing well
of memories, knocking on wood
a sweetened scent of knotty pine
in the twilight's untwisted ravel
define by the state of the tree's ascots
laying comatose close to my mind
heaven of being the star's bean pot
Published 5th Nov 2023
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