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Life can be Predictable - Sept. 13, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

the taste of fine steak

colors of a sunset

the suffering heart

after a break-up

 

the rain-bloated

clouds of the desert

that thunder darkly

and deliver nothing

 
 
 

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