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wywnh

November 17, 2007

i am sick of writing that starts with i

returns are not home

one
sharp one
abruptly suddenly one
today

streets

black sweater
coffee in hand
sun
cold warm cold
polished shoes
anger

i let the hunger ravage the heart
all on the table

small small pieces
good scissors
shower
voice

colors

i don’t

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