A Town Unravels

Marc Brimble

Feb 21

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Where the cement runs out and a momentum of feral flowers rushes in.

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John Tessitore

Feb 26

Lovely again❤️❤️

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really adore this, Marc!

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ooooh i like the rhythm/pace of this poem!

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