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for years the farmer never
the weather is full of telephones all ringing at once
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkka kind of crazy rug burn
with the xanthous corn and a whole lot of tangled
there are so many beans there are beans everywhere
well kept and cared for honest to god work
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dew drops clung at sidewalks meant to an odd-angled lean
pale morning light unfurled over the near invisible
forms of window sills and bolt holes untying the darkness last to
the palming shoots addressing light’s peculiar
his woody fingers curled hardly at the fibers
a rustle flinched among the milklight
that’s when he had to
he knew he had to
a whinny and a wetly gasp
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it was too attached to me
darling
i’ve told you this more than seventeen times
just go, kansas
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something nailscratched in the dirt
to make his exit first
sunlight draining from the day
to shine the talcum moon
there were so many teeth they were like chainsaws
have you ever seen anything so perfect
it took a hundred years for this one
nobody knew there was boy inside there
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