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Jul 2011
There is a drowning—
Vehicular                   siren…………..




The                       distance,         is in the             air...

            Pressure echoes
Through the crack of                  the window.


Mark it in the tree surfaces.
Legitimate ides
Jolted out of place
           For future……………………..
Thinking           is    finished          tonight
Brycical
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