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. . no amount of
poetic justice
could make
it right
for its ultimate
repose . . but
She found the needle,
still lost the way
by throwing it to hay.
Tricks of the afternoon.
A thousand leaves
and one
night stand.
***
permitted
only in
Elevator No. 3
your
bruised legs
are angsty,
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