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birthplace 38 We switched houses with a neighbor once. There was a tornado and there was a fire and the devil got himself spotted. I can sleep anywhere but in a bed. You can tell by the smoke if it’s branch or ghost. You can make a dog outta pretending to throw. birthplace 39 Never makes the dream, the crow. Nor a chthonic darling in a house of snow.
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