circa (vi)
I watched television for three hours then went outside for what seemed like three more.
I’ve been feeding the kid in different areas of the house.
falling asleep is forgetting to eat.
the naked mailman
he didn’t die
after all.
the church has begun to remember the world.
melancholy has its own mosquito.
yesterday, the kid wheeled himself in front of the fan and opened his mouth.
things burn where they land.
I wasn’t born but have to see for myself.
kingsoftrain 
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