Category: 365 Collection
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On the edge of town, all the telephone wires are humming with her tiny fears
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and we swarm it like flies / windows
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milk, streaming from my open lip
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Step by step, the cobblestones remind me to stay sober.
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fat, burping tenor runs
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during torah reading, we played lion king/
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Thick with dice or loose with change
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the breeze tasted like a chain-link fence
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like a verdant archipelago
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The wavelength of red. The lineage of honeycrisp
