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All Life is like this Afteroon
All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow a slipcover of communic...
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The mustard end of my cigarette collapsed the way a building collapses. Tragedy at some point always happens, especially to garage bands. T...
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The narrator knowing the spinning of the world appeared to know that we’d been lacking a boyfriend on the rebound, a chance to memorialize o...