city 121
My memory isn't what it will be.
Povertavoid, avidsad, handbefore.
She wants a flowermysonisdead.
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city 122
We get our thunder from snow's dream.
A baby
invents
kneeling
with a fork and an outlet.
The wind is slowly eaten
by what
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city 123
There's not much to know, really.
The puppeteer sleeps all day
and the fisherman
all night.
Hide your hair in your mouth.
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city 124
Pop-up books about sleep.
The rabbitwater ocean.
No one is the one keeping god alive.
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