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A Kenyan Accident flamingo’s fly where she goes the jeep wheel spinning free blue, blue orange sky Nakuru’s baked white pink she once was loving, laughing watched children – shout, sing, smile red fast, brown hot, too fast, too fast then she’s crashing craters sweet sweat that tastes of rock killing, killing tilt, untracked – the acacia standing guard now creamy skin all torn blood eyes that stare at lava children’s faces frozen time |
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