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Broken promises hung to see/ a needle track open shirt sleeved rolled mouths agape you are who? clothes clipped wrinkled wind/ whispers redheads docks and open pit dark/ in town atoms murmur you are who? walk and cigarettes light over coffee cups and talk of revisions/ filters thrown into sewers plastic in bins with glass/ i will buy a typewriter/ stamp every obliviousness bury it with a book slay onlookers and observations/ pull down laundry lines and power lines wear long sleeves buttoned/ broken ribs red meat every last word
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