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Auspicious Wanderings a Lemmon seed floats in my milk auspicious wedding rings fall into drainpipes shadows stick to the branches cigarette butts smell like rotten peanuts Irish flem leaves my throat recovery is only partially responsible I might dance spermatic tissues block the heating vents mercy swallows the cat’s tongue the story of our masks is largely mute understanding is stale strangers take shelter in the commentary |
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