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Two fishing poles, a feather, a leather jacket with holes on both elbows, forty-four dollars and change in an envelope, some dope, a pair of worn out cowboy boots, a clay flute shaped like a bird that can't whistle a tune worth a lick, an unused bus ticket, a picture of two kids laughing pretending to fly; an eyelash in my eye.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Things the dead leave
Two fishing poles, a feather, a leather jacket with holes on both elbows, forty-four dollars and change in an envelope, some dope, a pair of worn out cowboy boots, a clay flute shaped like a bird that can't whistle a tune worth a lick, an unused bus ticket, a picture of two kids laughing pretending to fly; an eyelash in my eye.
In memory of a brother.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
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