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Oct 2015
no longer     paint flowers like i
paint blisters      or revolvers or
a jaundiced     autumn scream

i entered the building
turned on the stove
dropped my bad luck
crawled to the floor &

started drawing caribou on the walls
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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