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Tear the house downbecause it’s nice sometimesto sleep on the ground,when the stars are outand burning up our everything.You can’t erase the waythose dots connect like necklacesaround pretty necksthat look so permanent.The glass dome around the lightsat the center of the ceiling fanflicker with the rhythmof the crooked bladesthat never look the same.You can waste […]
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