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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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In a release of pleasure
Her rain fell to the ground
Mingling with the
Essence of the Earth
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13055
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Nothing moves, though two switch engines chuckle on a siding, their exhaust an umber wash.
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When you live in a place a long time, sometimes you love it and then you hate it. But get enough years down the track and you don’t even notice it anymore. That’s because it’s not out there anymore, it’s wormed its way into you, shaped you, the grey mush
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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Sleep rubbed from eyes (him), boulders and maps stacked wide rows of trees (persimmons), a single fruit stained in dirtsurfers bobbing, a couple dozen of 'em waiting on winter swells.His grandfather's hoophouses twelve cities away, crow-studded …
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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