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November 22, 2021 / barton smock

older cities, from ‘untouched in the capital of soon’

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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