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Jan 2015
i don't remember my room but
i remember playing in a ditch and making rivers.
the flood from roads on a raining day made the sewers full.
i put on my boots and watched the water go through tunnels in the city
down to the estuary forest swamp where i saw a full bag of blood hanging from a tree by the entrance
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   ophelia letourneau and ---
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