finding beginnings? that's
what i do
i'm more predisposed to
unravelling things, though
i also kill bugs
i open jars
i can occasionally manage
to switch light bulbs
i'm speaking entirely
metaphorically, though
this
is all about
you
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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