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It has been years since last you
dipped down that marker
in our praxis of (mis)perceiving
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It's cool
in the morning
you don't look like a
saver.
I be wan, at John's Landing,
it kills me begging
favors.
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Like you, I love
the people most, and was careful
with their stuff ...
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It drifted into the sea, I say, when you ask me about home. You’ve only known me for a few moments, so you’re not sure how to gauge me. You laugh, and make an Annabel Lee reference. The English teach in me wants to hug you. The New Jersey in me wants
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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