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the city was dying so you built a shop people will come in tell you how they like the coffee that is sourced fairly and portioned neatly the peantbutter sandwich cuts the local art shown to a regular community of complimenters the dog bowls outside on summer days the dog bowels outside on summer … Continue reading
where the time weeps how are your poems did you notice those that read at dark about the dark did you see the poor blasting the poorer what of the cars left littered waiting for a dead battery to move again those that seep loneliness only a forgotten language can speak did you close yourself … Continue reading
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