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they’re finally getting around to those sidewalks on bank, second straight summer of street work and i’ve got grey skies, old receipts on tables, papers spilling behind drawers in the dresser, crumbs...
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every living thing comes full circle, and stops to eat out of our garbage obsessed about the frame around the window we took out all the nails, a pillow for a plate of glass just like an arm, for...
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the angles of our apartment are unknown, invented out of witty hands, circular saws and the bent metal of hammers that were not built for this your body rests, i split the seams and drink a day old...
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