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Maybe sipping sweet tea on a floral couch, one ice cube with a captured gnat. Straight tray sink refill. The trash collects them. Maybe a lady, lethargic, middle age, amiable and sleepy. What's up with moms and prescription filling her unshaken faith in medicine as pleasure.   The window unit kicks on, the ice cubes shift as the sugar takes their edges off. The heat has robbed the day.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Summertime, Moments After It Becomes a Concept
Maybe sipping sweet tea on a floral couch, one ice cube with a captured gnat. Straight tray sink refill. The trash collects them. Maybe a lady, lethargic, middle age, amiable and sleepy. What's up with moms and prescription filling her unshaken faith in medicine as pleasure.   The window unit kicks on, the ice cubes shift as the sugar takes their edges off. The heat has robbed the day.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
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