August 2011
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my fading pictures could not swat gnat’s pecking at my sleep-aid pixels work trucks outside have started; men are breaking old concrete like their backs turned against them and the waxing sun i finally snapped gnat little bastard now there’s guts on my window out
morning love song, 2011
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