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Jun 2016
Daffodils think they're sunflowers,
my grandmother thinks her couch is on fire,
I think you're still the same:

eyes faulty traffic lights,
chest an airbag in constant accident,
voice infrequent radio static.
Jesse Osborne
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Jesse Osborne  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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